Conductor: This is Penn Station, the last stop. Time to go to work. Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work you go. –LIRR, Penn Station Chick: My boyfriend still doesn’t want to get a job. Even the Unabomber had a job, didn’t he? –Harlem Blonde on cell: What? No, I swear to God I paid him… Yes, I do have a real job now… Yes, I did give it up, alright? I told you I paid him… It’s completely different! –Starbucks Black dude to friend: I fuck with people. That’s my job. That’s what I do all day. I fuck with people. –34th & 6th Overheard by: it worked on me Hobo to lady suit: Hey, you wanna be my secretary? –Outside Starbucks, Union Square Ex-con: … So then the motherfucker is trying to get me job training, and I was like, ‘Fuck that shit,’ and robbed his apartment… So then they went and threw me back in! –Bleecker & Bowery Overheard by: Apple Juice Hipster chick on cell: The only reason I can tolerate my job is because there is a bar across the street. –Rockefeller Plaza