This is all, always, interesting to see. First off, Marzipan said they got "[paid during an internship]", which I didn't even know was possible!
I'm not a college graduate. I never did internships when I got out of high school, because, the way I learned it, internship=unpaid work for a job you probably won't get (which is basically free employees for whatever corp to reach their quota, without losing anything), so good on you for making some kind of money for what I assumed is a long-term working interview.
Next, I'm going to give my personal perspective, which I highly doubt anyone will ever see. I haven't used Tumblr in a long time, and I don't recall the reactions being as in-your-face as Twitter or Reddit. Fine by me, though. Here, I'll be giving an alternative viewpoint, rather than a building one.
I worked in retail and the food industry all my life, up until about 9 years ago, when I started a (retail) job at Sam Flax, an art supply store next to the Atlanta SCAD. They moved me from position to position, with each point of me becoming able to do the job in my sleep, without increasing my pay. I changed positions 4 times within the span of about 6 months. (I was stoked about working at an art supply store, as an artist. Like a vape coil builder working at a vape shop.) Eventually, they put me in custom picture framing. Now that is personalized work. I was still working within and for the company, I still got paid whatever they wanted to pay me, but I was introduced to what it should feel like, when your own, personal touch is coveted because of it's originality. And, when all my other framing co-workers quit to start their own frame shop, what it looked like to feel it's only proper to expect what you're worth. I was over there doing hand painted frames and hand painted mats for free, either because I liked the customer, the art, it wanted to show off.
I got fired, but for trying to assist a customer my, at the time, manager, Peter Flax (a total pervert shitbag cocksleeve fuckhead, pardon my french), was in the midst of yelling at and cussing out. I was being a good bubbins.
But I stayed in picture framing, I got better pay, I got better at it, I had a framing job for a couple years, that paid me $20 an hour, and some days, I was left alone at the shop, with little to do, few customers to help, and I made shrinky-dink lapel pins in the break room. They even gave me keys.
As of September of 2022, I started working in construction. I make way more money an hour now (taxes rip me to shreds, though, I'm paying almost 2k, quarterly), but I'm legally self-employed. I work my shit-fucking ass off, five-six days a week. I enjoy most of the work a lot more, but I'm usually too tired by the time I get home to do anything but drink beers and pass out.
I got carried away, I forgot what this is that I'm doing. Point is, it ain't all box office jobs. Higher pay doesn't always mean less work. My job, as a trim/cabinets carpenter, I'll always have something to do. We've been working on 3-8 million dollar homes. Like legit, millionaire McMansions. And I'm decent and show up on time and I have my own tools. My work won't show down or get easier. The opposite, in fact.
So if you want that, construction.
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