The average American has thirteen jobs in a lifetime. Tom Bross has had at least forty. This is Book Two, where things start coming apart.

You should know up front that the train comes a little off the rails in this one. There's a paycheck that doubles overnight and a CEO who eventually doubles as a federal inmate. There's a dot-com that collapses, and an engagement at Disneyland, which is not the happiest place on earth. He restocked first-aid cabinets out of a beat-up van across Eastern Washington, one knuckle bandage at a time.

He had a dream job atop the Saint Francis Hotel and lost it to a courtroom. He had a fiancée and a house and a future, until the police were called and he was sleeping on a friend's couch. He watched his father get lost on a jog and knew, in that moment, what was coming.

This is also the volume where Tom finally writes about the night he didn't think he'd live to write about. It's one chapter. It's honest. And then the book keeps going, the way life did.

Work Work Work is a memoir told one paycheck at a time, by a guy who has loved most of his jobs, hated a few of them, and somehow kept showing up. If you've ever made a bad choice for the right money, watched a parent start to disappear from inside themselves, or just needed to laugh at something on a Tuesday—pull up a chair. Tom's not done yet…