I've written serious articles for small money, spam movie reviews for decent money, and other people's papers for serious money. I've sold cds, DVDs, and drugs. I've helped a paranoid man research World War II and a blind man organize his photo slides. I've held five different positions at four different movie theaters in three different cities. I've gotten in a van with three other guys and driven around the country playing punk music. I've been the door guy at rock shows and gone door to door for political campaigns. I organized a Battle of the Bands to raise money for kids with cancer, I discussed my sexual history with a psychology professor, I built a website for an economics professor, and I took another student's entire semester of online courses. I've been a Key Grip, a Best Boy, and an editor. I've transcribed interviews for a TV documentary about bridges, and I've assistant taught at a Hebrew School. I've been a camp counselor, a babysitter, a house sitter, and a plant-waterer. I've digitized contracts, fundraised at a pre-teen gymnastics meet, and been a receptionist. I've voice acted in a cartoon, voice acted in radio ads, and been an extra on TV. I've grilled hot dogs, made coffee, and made hypothetical investment decisions based on little information.
I am 25 years old. This is what precarcity looks like.
I believe there's a new Facebook profile section called "misgivings." Slot this on ol' boy.
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