The scary thing about the service industry sometimes, is there are people who think the people serving them are part of the purchased service. Like because they paid for stuff they own us too for a lil while
I guess technically true, cuz we wouldn’t get paychecks without them
But it’s illegal to BUY people so don’t treat PEOPLE like THINGS
I met someone who lived their 20s exactly how I want to live mine… traveling and working in random ass places. Maybe one of the more inspirational people I’ve ever met. I only have two weeks left but I think I’m gonna learn a lot from this person
Makes me want to push grad school back even farther.
There are 300 ish of us” seasonal employees”, MOST of whom international (South Africa or Bulgaria, for some reason). We are a family and it’s great. A very weird family who have nothing to do in this tiny old west tourist town but look at bison and get drunk in the two and a half bars in the five square block radius outside the national park.
I love it
Being in the opposite of the Wellesley bubble has shown me how BADASS four years in the Wellesley bubble makes somebody. Ohmygosh.