The season ended. It wasn't the worst experience (after all, I didn't get fired or in trouble), so I might consider going back next year. I will try to get put in concession. There were a few nights where I was the only person running the kids' zone, and I had to channel my inner Corporal Hicks.
The museum job was originally an unpaid internship, but when I got the phone call about the interview, the curator said a paid position opened up and asked if I wanted. I said yes. It's the polar opposite of the baseball job--I might be completely alone in the building some days.
