It's a bit of an explanation. The two I don't get paid for are 1. in my field, and 2. going to open doors for me when I graduate this coming May.
I work at one of the many PBS stations in the country, training as an engineer. I do everything from running master control, to working the studio during live productions, to building transmitters, cables, and whatever equipment they can teach me to weld together. I am an intern there. I have to put in 35 hours each week at the station to make sure I clock in all my hours before the end of the semester. I'm trying to finish my hours early, so I can take a few weeks after I finish but before I'm hired to finish my senior thesis. I can't promise I'm actually going to work there, because the boss man has contacts elsewhere he's been talking to, and I've also got an offer from a commercial station looking for a full time video photographer and production assistant. So the experience I'm getting at the station now is really going to pay off one way or another.
Okay, job 2 is working for ESPN3. Right now I work the live productions as head student technician for my school's basketball season. I've worked every single basketball game throughout the season save one (I was rly sick.) I've had to put in a lot of hours to become head student tech, but I'm also the first name my producer has handed to some recruiters as well as to his boss at ESPN. My school requires you to work 80 community service hours to grad, so I was
being rewarded with service hours for working these games. However, I'm well past my 80 hours by now, and I'm just finishing up the season. We usually have two games each week. We're nearly finished, and several recruiters have come around to pick people up for baseball spring training, and I've been one of them, and it's paid big money too. ($350+ a game, 8hr shifts, 7 games a week. You work forever, but it's good money.)
Third job is the one that is paying my bills >__>; And that's the torturous job of working at the deli. It wasn't always torturous. Just that my assistant manager, Joe, who was killing himself and working 70 hours a week to make up for how horribly his boss was mismanaging the deli, was promoted a few months ago and works at a different store now. Our new assistant manager is absolutely wretched and the place has gone to hell faster than I imagined it would. I put in about 32+ hours each week. I tried to ask for a transfer because I simply can't take the stress of the job any more. I've had so many panic attacks, and I never used to get them. I don't sleep. I've thrown up. I can't deal with it anymore. And I've been working there for 2 1/2 years now. But only over the past 8 months has it really been so horrible I finally asked to transfer. I've bent over backwards because I care about the deli. I really do. I'm proud of the things I've learned at the deli. I've learned and had so much practice in chopping a million different things, and I can make all sorts of platters and recipes. I am the only person in my deli fully trained in specialty imported cheeses. I'm trained and in the past I held 4-hour long cheese tastings, and I went all out sampling cheeses from all over the world to all sorts of customers. I've partnered with several companies to hold wine/cheese demos. I can do any task in the deli from getting the supply truck, to running the kitchen and fryers, to making platters and party trays. Everything. I love it and I'm proud of it. But my manager is fuuuucking ruining it. I haven't done anything with specialty cheese in 6 months >__> She needs to hire more people and she just WON'T.
I work very, very hard IRL. But it's not really all that bad. I'm used to working a lot anyway, since my parents have absolutely no money. I have paid my way through college and I support myself and everything. Truth be told
I have issues with people. I just can't deal with em, socially I mean. I can work hard, and that's enough for most people. Managers and coworkers may not like me, but they're respect me and want me because of how hard I can work. But I haven't had friends in like...three years. Ever since I got back from being overseas. There is one kid, and I'll go to his house to play on his fancy desktop gaming computer. But I really haven't even seen him in six months cuz I'm busy.
I keep myself busy so I don't have time to sit around and be lonely.