I'm worth more than $10

This past week I have been on the classifieds track. I'm currently trying to decide if I want a full time "real job," (making my dream of being famous an even distant fantasy) or if I want to continue to play around with part-time gigs, (being broke and fashionably unhappy but on the upside have the flexibility of auditioning for that big role, whenever it shall come.)
Am I being unreal?? This weeks escapades are making me wonder?

The first interview was working for a Pilates Shop. Can you say PERFECT!! It was a small family owned business that was looking for someone to assist with new client relationship management, booking, and other miscellaneous type things that might come up. They even wanted me to share some marketing ideas to help grow the business. "TOTAL CREATIVE CONTROL"...he explained.
And that's not even the best part. The hours were..Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday 12:30-7:00. F-L-E-X-I-B-I-L-I-T-Y!!!
Immediately he told me he loved me and wanted to hire me. I was thrilled!! I thought this can't be real. And then I realized it was not!!
He told me that my compensation would be work in exchange for classes.
The man was so enthused when he explained how my $10 an hour wage would go into a “little pot”. And when that "little pot" filled to the right amount I could get a reduced rate Pilates or Yoga class.
WOOOOOOW!!!! I basically wasted an hour of my time. After I told him that I was not in the financial position to do volunteer work I kindly escorted myself out.

I moved on sad and confused, but was relieved to hear a new voicemail confirming a Friday 10 am interview.
The position was working for a retailer, which shall remain nameless, as an HR Coordinator Assistant... Something I could definitely see myself doing. Big business always equates big $$ .
My potential future employer explained the job would not include monotonous computer work or data entry activities. He said the job would be hands on and allow me to expose my creative bones.
It was an instant click. I could envision working for him as he could envision me being a part of his team. Jackpot!!
I could see my wardrobe no longer starving for freshness. I saw myself picking up those Frye ankle boots and walking down the street looking super fly!
I was psyched.
I almost think he saw my thoughts... he may have been an onlooker on the street impressed with my new threads,
because it was then that he dropped the bomb.
"Did they discuss salary with you?"
My current visions of me strolling through the east village on a sunny but cool Saturday afternoon in my hot new fall ensemble slowly drifted into another vision, a vision of reality.
"What," I replied. "No I'm not sure of the salary, but the possible opportunity trumps the money.
I was such a liar!!
"Great. We were looking at around 15-20 hours a week at about $10/hr." he said so-matter-of-factly.
I wanted to cry and scream...
“Are you fucking kidding me!! I know people who answer phones and get paid more than that. Hell the Container Store pays almost double that. How in the hell is someone who has a degree going to work for $10 an hour.”

I'm basically extremely disappointed and discouraged.
I'm sick of people liking me soooo much, but wanting to pay me crap. Maybe they like me because I am the only one crazy enough to spend time at an interview without asking the basic questions of compensation.
I feel I should be paid a lot more than my past offerings and I refuse to accept jobs and situations that do not see my worth.