y’know what. fuck. my summer job before my suspicious delivery van job was as a journalist for the gay section of fire island (yes, we have that here, and it’s quite famous for their pride events) which is a thin little island running underneath the length of long island, so narrow you can see water on both sides + they use golf carts and bikes to get around because fuck automobiles. i spent a few weeks that summer taking a ferry over there, going to town meetings, and then doing paper distribution. i’d walk the entire 8 mile stretch with a wagon full of papers (having to at some points drag it through very loose awful sand) and have to take a water taxi from one point to another in the middle of it.
and let me tell you. let me tell YOU. my disabled ass paid for it it. i was rendered nearly immobile every time i got home from this. i’d spend entire days out there because of the travel time. i got the worst tan on one shoulder and one shoulder only. my boss straight up never paid me. she ghosted me completely and i was NEVER paid for this.
