Keep in mind that wage and gig work are abundant in some places and scarce in others. Here, there are three grocery stores. How many local shoppers can complete local grocery shops every month, considering rotations? People who travel from towns an hour or so away might want to pick up shops while they are getting groceries, which are not available where they live. There are about twenty convenience/gas locations. How many shoppers can complete a convenience/gas shop every month? Well, if someone completes all of a convenience store for one month, the pay is [according to rumor] good. Even if you wait for a bonus and get it for a fast food, you are not earning a living here. At most, you are doubling or trebling your small outlay, using a few skills, and staying out of trouble for a few minutes. There are two McD's, three Subways, and one each of a smattering of other fast food joints and one-of-a-kind restaurants here. A few sports and auto dealerships survived, but we can't shop them often. Bonuses on a few shops do not add up to a living wage! To me, it makes sense to remove expectations for how people must mystery shop and declarations of what is the only acceptable pay for the work. Someone besides me needs to make it understood, okay, and even wonderful that people are working, as they can, in a place like this! No one should get away with judging what we must do to survive in a small town or to augment a more typical form of work. Rather, they should come, stay a season, and then determine what they have been able to do despite limited opportunities and constant awareness that some people actually need the little shop money that is here. Few local businesses can afford to pay what some shoppers will begin to consider. After one month, these visitors will be out of rotation for at least a month for most assignments. At the end of their visit, will they call us idiots? Or, will they slink away with their tails between their legs?
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a chilly Christmas morning. (Mary Quant)