Becoming a full-time artist hasn’t been easy. I’ve had to endure many part-time jobs along the way. The purpose of this post is to discuss why the lowest paying jobs require drug testing for their employees. It’s odd that most salaried employees are not required to take a drug, yet part-time jobs must submit a urine sample (sometimes a hair or saliva sample).
Advice: Find out the drug testing laws in your State. Please reference Drug Rehab Alliance’s hair section if you need to pass an upcoming drug test (the link shows you how to pass a hair follicle drug test).
Alright, I know I am not famous quite yet, but I am doing well from the sales of my work, and my name is getting bigger. I am finally at that point in my life where I don’t need to work alongside my art; I can now devote all of my time and energy to it. Plus, I can pay my bills and still have money left over.
Before, I spent years having to work in boring, low-paying jobs to pay my bills and be able to eat as my art wasn’t selling. I mostly worked part-time so that I still had some time and energy to devote to my art. The problem was I just wanted to be at home creating, yet I had to make money. That was hard, but all of those years of suffering have finally paid off. I hope I don’t have to go back to any of these.
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I worked in a supermarket for almost three years. It wasn’t a horrible job, and it kept me active and my colleagues were cool. It was a big supermarket, so I wasn’t always on the tills; sometimes I was stocking the shelves or checking the stock. The money was alright, and I could do the hours I wanted, so I still had some time to paint. Then after a couple of years, the managers changed, and the whole system was altered.
They started firing people and making us work on rosters so I couldn’t choose which hours I wanted, so I quit. I heard from friends later that it became horrible working there after that, and most of them left.
Man, this was a hard one. I worked as a waiter for nearly six months, but people are just so rude. I now treat waiters with smiles and friendliness and tips, because when I worked as a waiter, I just got disrespected all the time, and just smiling back was difficult. It did however make me stronger, and I learnt how to deal with new situations and people.
When I was twenty or so, and in my last year at art school, I worked at a cinema to get some extra money. The job wasn’t bad, normally afternoons and evenings, and I was never rushed off my feet. I just had to sit behind a desk, sell the tickets to the customers that came in now and again. That was it. It was chill, and the money was good, so I stayed there for over a year. Then I finished art school and quit, thinking I was going to be a rich artist straight away. Perhaps I should have stayed there a few more years.
After the whole waiter experience, I was hesitant to work in the food and drink industry again. But I was between jobs, and I got offered a job at this cute café in a back street that I visited often to chill out. I gave it a try, as the place was a lot different to the restaurant I worked in previously. It was never that busy, and the customers were all cute, quiet people. Plus, I got to drink as much coffee and eat as much cake as I liked. I would even bring my notepad for those quiet days, and sit behind the bar sketching. I enjoyed it there, but after six months I got bored. The hours would go by so slowly, I needed something that would motivate me a bit more.
I had a friend that worked as a bicycle courier, and he called me up one day when I had no work and said they were hiring. I know the city well which was useful, and they gave me a bike. The next few days I stuck by my friend and we did the deliveries together, just so I could get the hang of things. Then I went out on my own. It was hard at first as I was pretty unfit, but also good fun. The freedom of being out on your own, winding in between the cars in the sun, and the best thing, no one supervising you. I loved not being told what to do or to be watched. The only stressful part of the job were the deadlines, and the crazy cars that almost hit me on a daily basis. It’s like a war between the cyclists and drivers, and we hate them, and they hate us. I enjoyed this job for five months or so, then it started to get cold, and the money wasn’t that great so I decided it was time for a change.
I worked as a Sales Clerk in a little bookstore not far from my apartment. The store was cute, with new and used books and lots of nice hidden corners for people to come in and hide whilst reading. Working here wasn’t so bad, plus I got to read a lot of books about art and artists, but man, it did get boring. The days went by so slowly; I would find myself yawning about a hundred times a day. After about four months, I couldn’t cope anymore and had to quit. Went to find myself a slightly more interesting job.
For eight months or so, I worked at a telemarketing company. The hours were good, and the money was commission based, so I had to learn to sell to make money. I was used to rejection, so I didn’t find it difficult in the beginning, and it taught me to talk to people in a good manner. The most important thing I learned was how to sell, many aspects of which have really helped me in the sales of my work.
My favorite job I ever did was working in a little gallery. It was a small, high-end place that would hold exhibitions for up and coming artists, and sold art at crazy prices. I had to look smart and meet and greet people, and although my boss was a bit of an idiot, which is why I ended up resigning, I met some really cool people there. Obviously most people coming in were interested in art, and I would get talking to some interesting people. I am still in contact with some of those people now, lots of which have bought my work. So it was a great experience learning about art, the business, and selling, and meeting valuable people.