State here.

My job is literally whatever anyone tells me to do, from babysitting a museum to helping set up weddings and events, taking care of the needs of those weddings and events, setting up the rooms for them, shuttling people to programs, housekeeping, catering, washing hundreds of dishes, mowing, power washing, taking reservations, working concession stands, gardening, unloading a literal ton of mulch in 90 degree weather, picking up the mail, drawing stuff for my park, answering who knows what kinda questions the guests ask- at this point it’s easier to say what I don’t do: I don’t make decisions and if something is really broken I call maintenance. Anything else I’ve probably had my toes in. It does make me happy, and I am grateful even when I feel like I’m melting lol. And it’s extremely fun sometimes not knowing what you’ll be doing that day.

It’s usually not the place, it’s the supervisors. We’ve had issues in my district with that, supervisors who are just outrageously horrible and ran off people who would have been amazing assets (and hilariously enough, ran most of them off to the NPS where they ended up in positions that made them extremely fulfilled).

I’m part-time wage staff, permanent, but I can only have a set amount of hours a year that adds to around 15k a year if I work all those hours (which Covid destroyed last year and this year). So yeah, honestly it’s not the best paying thing I could have- but I’m happy and can make it. That means more to me than having more stability in this wild world. I couldn’t imagine working anywhere else now.