I haven't exactly had the greatest luck when it comes to part-time jobs. I've been fired, laid off, shut out from returning to an old job and was once simply not put on the schedule ever again without notification or explanation. (This last one, I'm pretty sure, was my inept manager not wanting to admit she had been wrong in hiring another person when her business wasn't doing well enough to really warrant one instead of any reflection on my performance.) I've had bosses that I hated, feared and completely disrespected. I had never been paid more than $9.50 an hour. Needless to say, I was filled with excitement at the prospect of never having to deal with that shit again.
And now, I'm applying to part-time jobs again. The thing is, as a freelancer, nothing is ever guaranteed. That iPhone app I trusted to pay my rent? There was a bureaucratic snafu that disabled me from working for over a month, which they didn't bother to fix since it meant one less person on the payroll. After pushing them for the last time, I was back on. But the successful rush they were enjoying in the beginning has now dwindled. Half of the staff is now gone and the hours are extremely low. I'm now only being scheduled for six hours a week during the crappiest shifts (which, at a 24/7 iPhone app can translate to working from midnight to 6am). That's a measly $90 a week.
I've had other smaller success since moving to Brooklyn. But, those are now in the past. I've already described the trouble with On Demand. I was also hired as a writer for a website, but after a week of assignments, I suddenly stopped hearing from them. (I've also yet to receive a check for those handful of posts at a whopping $12 a pop.) I've received enthusiastic responses to my resume that was sent in inquiring about a job, only to be offered an (unpaid) internship instead: "We love you! You're amazing! How about you come work for us? The only this is, though, we don't feel like paying you." I've interviewed for a paid internship, but wasn't chosen (I think they could tell I didn't really want to work there). I've pitched articles and had them turned down because they were too similar to ones that were already run, or because they aren't quite exactly what they're looking for. And all this isn't even touching on the hundreds of applications I've sent in without any response whatsoever.
My saving grace is that I live in an "up and coming" neighborhood of Brooklyn, so my cost of living is pretty damn low and easily attainable. That being said, I ain't making it on $90 a week. And so, I've started the humiliating task of finding another crappy part-time job. The worst part is that the competition for these jobs in New York is almost as high as for impressive jobs. You have to have years of NYC-specific experience, certification, and be moonlighting as a model to be considered. After spending the past few months fighting and promoting myself for much more worthy jobs, it's embarrassing to be writing such passionate and desperate cover letters for cashier and counter-person positions. This is especially true since, with my aforementioned history with this kind of thing, I'm using my professional writing skills to seriously spin my experience.
I can't help but feel a little bit like a failure. I was so proud of myself for making it this far as a writer alone. Even if I was struggling and afraid, I was doing so with pride in the profession of my dreams. I so wanted to be that person that "made it," without ever having to revert to waiting tables. But, it's a rough world out there, particularly for the print industry. I know that, without the exception of a very lucky few, this is the reality for everyone. I know that there are hundreds of people in this city who are living their lives just like I am, pushing papers while they live out their real lives in the evenings and on the weekends. I won't even be completely selling out, since my internship is starting next week. I have two interviews in the next couple of days, and one is even a little exciting even if it's not completely according to plan. So, we'll see how it goes.