Fighting for a job.

Another teacher and I have been waking up at 5:45 a few days a week to go for a run. During this time it is kind of cool and there is not many people out roaming around. Yet, the people who are out are out fighting for a job. One morning I noticed this big group of people standing in front of a housing construction site. I was puzzled, but as I got closer I saw them all trying to push there way forward to hand their identification cards to a man running the site. It reminded me of the scene in Cinderella Man where he was not allowed to box anymore because of his broken hand, so he went to the work yard to find a job and had to push himself up against the gate just to be noticed. It was kind of like that in the sense that people were urgently pushing to be noticed and for their cards to be taken. As I ran by I could hear a small group of men cheering behind me. They were the lucky ones who happen to be selected for that day.