As many are aware, I’ve recently found a new job. I left my gig at the Insurance Warehouse (on amicable terms of course) and while I was secure in that decision, recently my new job has made me question my actions a bit.
Yes, I work in an amusement park (of sorts).
When I decided to take the job at the amusement park, I accepted under the impression that my experience would be similar to that of a spectator. Of course I knew that I would have to help out a bit with the cotton candy machines or even stay at the site a bit after the park closed to help clean up game booths and the like, but overall I thought it would be an amazing experience. I would get to enjoy the benefits of the amusement park while getting paid on the side.
I was wrong.
While I am able to enjoy the benefits of the amusement park AND get paid on the side, I’m learning that I don’t get to enjoy the benefits as I once would have. Confused? Let me give you a few examples…
Yes, I can ride the rides for free as many times as I want, but unfortunately I now have to help set the rides up and shut them down. Building rides is not fun. As a result it’s soured my impression of them and I no longer want to ride the rides.
Yes, the games are fun, but unfortunately I have to buy the prizes that the spectators can win. I am realizing that I have to recruit enough people to play the games so that I can make the money back that I have already invested. So no, I no longer want to play the stupid, basic games and win a cheap, trash toy.
Yes, the spectators are all fun-loving people when I share in their company, but now that I’m on the other side they are rude, overly-demanding and lack common sense. I wish I could have their innocence and be as carefree about things as they are.
So yeah, that’s why I hate working at the amusement park.
Lastly, this post is dedicated to the homie Dougie Ealy…he understands why.
P.S. Everywhere I referred to “amusement park,” replace it with “New York City and all that it includes.”
P.P.S. Yes, this entire post is a huge metaphor.
P.P.S. S. Yes, I’m spending my summer in NYC. More details about it may come later.