yesterday was my last day as an intern at the studio. all the artists (aka adults with disabilities) were sad that i won't regularly be there anymore. one of them even said, "you know, this is why i hate working here--or being a part of any center for people with disabilities--you get to meet the coolest staff members and volunteers. but, there's a high turn-over rate, you know, because they don't get paid enough. so they move on, and we never really hear back from them. it sucks."
truer words have never been spoken. i've always loved these types of jobs/volunteer positions but have doubted making a career out of it because the emotional drain coupled with the low-wage salaries would never really make me happy outside my workplace. does that make me selfish?
i especially feel like an asshole when they ask me about my plans following the internship:
me- "Oh, I'm just visiting my sister and looking for a job when I get back"
them- "Where does your sister live? what kind of a job are you looking for?"
me- "She lives in France. I'm looking for something in research"
them- "Oh, well then..."
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