…egimens in my journals, just a lot of angsty poetry. On the other hand when I enrolled in community college at 16 my life became a mirrored mosaic of side hustles, although back then I referred to them as jobs. I was going to go far. I was not a 9–5 drone. Except I was. I was just a lot of other things, too.
sounds familiar! during college I was a part time teaching assistant, tutor, bartender for on-campus social events, had a short stint at a call center that solicited donations for a police benevolent association, and I did summers at the boat house (no plumbing, we had to take the motor boat over to the better-equipped crew house to relieve ourselves)
aside from the call center, they paid the university standard $8/hour, but I didn’t just do it for the money — I did it for my elevated station among the student body, and for the chicks …