I'm not exactly sure how my life will be at $15 per hour. I've never made that much money, and I've been doing custodial work since I was 15. I started out while I was still going to school myself, as a part-time custodian at St. Nicholas, a parochial school in the San Fernando Valley. Back then, in 1997, I was making $7.25 an hour. After I graduated from San Fernando High School, the parochial school offered me a permanent position, and I worked there for four years, eventually making $8.50 per hour. Later, I jumped to Van Nuys High.
My job is what's called a "restricted" position the California education code's name for specially funded positions that can employ only people who meet certain conditions (they're from impoverished areas or have disabilities, for example). Restricted workers have a set wage rate, which means I haven't been able to ask for a raise, and I can't earn overtime.
As every Angeleno knows, working 40 hours per week for less than $10 per hour is not enough to live on here. My main extra gig is working in the ballroom of St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church, which is rented out for parties. When things are busy there, I work from 9 a.m. Saturday to 4:30 a.m. Sunday. I also have my own catering business on the side, mostly providing tacos for parties; my dad and I prepare everything ourselves. And I pick up hours at the parochial school whenever they have work for me to do.
To be honest, I have no idea where my extended family would be without St. Nicholas; they've given work to so many of my relatives, including my parents, that I can say we wouldn't have survived without their support. We've also had to make sacrifices for one another. In 2009, when my parents were having financial troubles, my brother and I moved back into their home in Pacoima and started contributing to the mortgage so they wouldn't lose the place.
We're still here. My brother lives in a little guesthouse out back. My parents occupy the second floor. My fiancée (who used to be a dental assistant and is now going to school), my son and I live on the first floor.
I feel fortunate for what I have. I also feel tired a lot, from all the work and from lack of sleep; sometimes I get as little as two hours a night. But what I miss most is time with my son. He's always asking, "Daddy, where are you going?" Leaving breaks my heart every time. When I think about making $15 an hour, I think mostly of the time that money could buy with my son.
He's going to start preschool in August we've enrolled him in a public school pre-K, though the priest at St. Nicholas is lobbying us to send him there. I know that one of the best things about this raise is that so many of my fellow school workers have kids in district schools. So a raise like this won't just give workers more it will give the district happier parents.
This article was written in partnership with Zocalo Public Square.