I read Nickel and Dimed for fun about 15 years ago. The premise is that a journalist goes undercover in a variety of states to work for entry-level wages and live a poverty-level lifestyle. Because-- which I don’t recall her ever pointing out-- minimum wage jobs are intended to be starter jobs, not the kind of jobs that you make a career out of and try to raise a family on. Minimum wage =/= living wage, and never has. So she tries working as a waitress, as a hotel maid, for Wal-mart, and so on. She lives in a cheap motel, in trailer parks, wherever. Points to her for being able to leave her familiar surroundings, because she obviously never experienced this lifestyle as a child, or on her own way up the ladder.
But ultimately, she’s an affluent woman who has savings in the bank and can afford to run off for a few months and go work at these sorts of jobs in various states for the sake of journalism… but she never actually worked any of those jobs when she was in high school, or college, or a young adult just starting out. She’s spent her entire life in the upper middle class, and she has no idea how to survive as someone who’s two, three, four, five economic strata below her own. She brings her upper-middle-class preconceived notions into a totally different ecosystem, and is always an outsider and a tourist, no matter what her intentions were. Yes, the jobs are totally mentally and physically challenging! But ultimately, she never spent much time doing anything specific, just hopping around and sampling this job here, and that job there. Rather than doing what responsible adults do, which is powering through whatever unpleasantness is afoot, and sticking with it, and growing, because you do what needs to be done, not because it’s what you want to do.
If she had taken a year and had worked at, say, Waffle House, and written about the experience-- the coworkers, the people she met, the difficulties of running a household on her wages, and so on-- that would be cool. But this is more like someone who ran off to go play “minimum wage employee” for a bit, then runs back home to recuperate, then runs off to go play “minimum wage employee” again somewhere else, and then goes back home to enjoy normalcy before getting the oomph up for the next bit. Her slice-of-life isn’t so slice-of-life; the people she encounters aren’t well-developed or stuck with for any amount of time; she’s a bit flippant/dismissive towards people who actually live that life. And in this kind of writing, a good journalist will step back and let the reader be able to project themselves into a situation, without inserting herself and her opinions everywhere, but the author is always in the foreground.
It’s not a bad book to read. It might be eye-opening for people who don’t have anything to compare their own lives to. The premise was good, but it would have been a vastly better book if a humbler person had written it.