“Good ole’ Ohio. Yeah, right. I personally wish I was still in Florida, soaking up the sun and actually needing to use SPF. Summer seems to get further and further away, and seeing as my cell phone weather button told me it’s suppose to snow next week, I may hack into my savings account and leave this place for the place where the sun and strawberry daiquiris run rampant.”
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Good ole’ Ohio. Yeah, right.

I personally wish I was still in Florida, soaking up the sun and actually needing to use SPF. Summer seems to get further and further away, and seeing as my cell phone weather button told me it’s suppose to snow next week, I may hack into my savings account and leave this place for somewhere the sun and strawberry daiquiris run rampant.

But when summer comes, well at least the months it’s supposed to be summer, the majority of us are going to need to make those part-time jobs into full-time jobs, internships, or maybe even that job you went to school for 4-8 years for. I mean, we all need some sort of money-maker to pay for those summer road trips, concerts and bar tabs.

I know the economy is terrible, but if you’re sick of working at the mall in that recently remodeled, but still tiny Verizon Wireless station with four other dudes or tired of waiting tables full of bratty high schoolers at Friendly’s, you can at least try to get an alternative summer job.

There are various ideas that come to mind when wondering what random jobs you could acquire simply by the weather warming up. You could apply at your nearest Dairy Queen, which was my personal vendetta for a solid five years, captive behind brick walls and windows that you could open and shut at the customers face at your own discretion.

It’s the job where minimum wage and ice cream galore awaits.

If you happen to love animals, you could try the Akron or Cleveland Zoo. Even if you’re not a fan of the other mammals, you could still get a job at a desk or a cash register.

Maybe you missed out on that oh-so-exciting chance to get an internship at Disney this semester. Please note my sarcasm. You could always fulfill your dream of strapping people of all ages into rides and pressing that big green button that makes everything go by working at Cedar Point. That is, if you don’t mind a hefty commute or if you conveniently live near Sandusky.

If all else, or the above, fails, you could always apply at McDonald’s, or just take turns with the guys on the corner holding the cardboard signs that say Ten Kids. No job. Need Money. God Bless. Word is the 7-10 shift is open.

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