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| I'll take this cute one, salesclerk. Make sure you include the receipt. |
Well, I got a chance to work on the other end of that. And boy was that juice not worth the squeeze.
My current part-time job is working for a 70+ year old acting a modeling school teaching kids and teens. The curriculum is a 10 week course, and so far I have only subbed a few classes. This past weekend I got the opportunity to work one of the recruiting events, or "free workshop" classes designed to entice kids to take the classes.
I got the email and it said to be there by 9:30AM, and there would be "workshops" at 10, 12, 3 and 5 and that lunch would be provided. I figured that the last workshop would be maybe an hour or so and that I would be done by 6:30 or 7:00PM at the latest. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
We didn't start the first workshop until about 10:30 or 10:45AM due to technical difficulties, and the workshops were lasting anywhere from 2-3 hours EACH. That is 2-3 hours of trying to entertain kids ranging from 6-18 years old. Two to three hours of wrangling bored parents into clapping for everyone and who could care less about any other child but their own. And then repeat these tasks for FOUR different workshops. The last workshop of the day started at about 6:30PM and I was not done until almost 9:00PM. I barely got 30 minutes to scarf down the free lunch provided (a soggy Subway sandwich) and was standing in my heels practically the whole day. And YES I would like some cheese with my whine.
If I didn't like the regular teaching gig so much/it didn't pay as well as it does I would have walked out of there at about 5PM, giving them a few choice words not fit for young ears. But. I would like to continue to work for them. So. I stayed. But now I know. If they ever want me to work a "free workshop" day again, they can go fuck themselves.
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