A semi-comprehensive compilation of canon information about adam's part-time jobs:
Adam held down three jobs, the most important of which
was at the trailer factory just outside Henrietta.
At eight P.M., Gansey called Adam at the trailer factory.
"You didn’t tell me you were making [...] eighteen thousand, four hundred and twenty-three dollars a year!”
And then there were the three part-time jobs that paid his Aglionby
tuition. He crammed in the work hours now to afford a more leisurely fall
when school started. He’d spent just two hours at the easiest of the jobs —
Boyd’s Body & Paint, LLC, replacing brake pads and changing oil and
finding what was making that squeaking noise...
The first day was the easiest, of course. Before it had really all begun [...] Before Adam’s night job and
studying until three A.M. conspired to destroy him.
Adam was alone in the shop.
In the still-rainy evening [...] Boyd had set him on the task of
[...] closing up shop. Dinner, he said, was for old
men like him. [...] Adam retorted, “What’s it you see me doing right now? [...] I’m at work. Two hours from now, I’m going to my next job for
another four hours."
Adam squinted against the colourless new dawn [...] it felt like only minutes had passed since he’d emerged from his night shift at the factory.
Adam Parrish was working. He had a late shift at the warehouse that night,
unloading mason jars and cheap electronics and puzzles.
so if we're taking the books by word (which, I mean, we kind of have to, although I can make the argument that they're often inconsistent), it seems like adam works these three jobs:
a job at a trailer factory at nights, implied to be (at least sometimes) eight p.m. to midnight. this one earns him the most money (=the most important). going by estimations of hourly wages for manufacturing night shifts in virginia circa-2011, this would be 14$-18$ per hour.
a job as a mechanic at boyd's, where he seems to work non-regular shifts, but at least occasionally in the evenings, likely around four p.m. to eight p.m.; going by estimations of hourly wages for working as a mechanic (without much experience) in virginia circa-2011, this would be 9$-11$ per hour.
and a job at a warehouse, which reads as separate to the factory job because of the items mentioned. it's only mentioned once, so it's hard to determine if it's only at nights, but it definitely isn't every night. if he worked exclusively nights, the hourly wage estimation would be 10$-13$ per hour.
robert claims adam made 18,423 dollars a year. that's 353$ a week on average. we can deduce that he made more money during summer break than he did during the school year, so let's assume he made around 300$ a week during the year.
that would mean his schedule went something like this:
3 weekly night shifts at the trailer factory
1-2 weekly shifts at boyd's
1 night shift at the warehouse
(on top of, you know. literally everything else he had going on.)
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A semi-comprehensive compilation of canon information about the Barns and surrounding grounds (put together and also visualized in the form of floor plans here):
Overall layout
There was one light on in the farmhouse, the light to the sitting room [seen from the driveway]. It was always on.
Inside the farmhouse, everything was in black and white. [...] Gansey clucked at his bedraggled reflection in the dark-framed mirror hanging in the front hallway.
...and so Adam and Ronan moved farther down the hall [from the kitchen] toward the dining room while Gansey lingered over the flowers [on the hall table].
He heard Matthew’s feet head toward the sitting room [from the back door], hesitate, and then pound percussively up the stairs to his bedroom.
...he continued the process of restaining the worn wood staircase up to his parents’ old room.
Ronan and Matthew jostled into the kitchen from the backyard.
Adam didn’t quite remember where Matthew’s room was, but he was glad for the excuse to wander. As conversation continued in the kitchen, he made his way through the hallways and up hidden stairways into other half-hallways and to other half-staircases.
He and Adam remained in the living room, standing, thinking. A window looked out at the dark parking area...
Ronan leaned against one of the front porch pillars and looked out at his fireflies winking in the chilly darkness.
Bedooms
When he woke, he found Ronan standing above him in the small white master bedroom. The morning sun [east facing] made them both snowy as angels...
He found himself in what must have been Niall and Aurora’s room. The light through the window splashed over the white bedspread, tender and drowsy. Come away o human child said a framed quote beside the bed. There was a framed photo above the dresser...
He found Ronan’s room. He knew it was Ronan’s room by its clutter and its whimsy; it was a brighter cousin to his room at Monmouth. Strange little objects were tucked into all of the corners and stuffed under the bed: a younger Ronan’s dreams, or maybe a father’s gifts. There were ordinary things as well – a skateboard, a tattered roller-board suitcase, a complicated-looking instrument that must have been bagpipes lying dustily in an open case. Adam lifted a shiny model car from the shelf and it began to play an eerie, lovely tune.
Kitchen
Ronan led them to the kitchen. It was a farmhouse kitchen, no frills, worn smooth by use. Nothing had ever been repaired or updated until it had stopped working, and so the room was an amalgam of decades and styles: plain white cabinets decorated with a combination of old glass knobs and brass handles, counters that were half new butcher block and half dingy laminate, appliances a mixture of snowy white and polished stainless steel.
This house was shabby rich: [...] mismatched antiques and copper pots, real hand-painted art on the walls and real hand-knotted rugs on the floors.
A high-pitched whine filled the kitchen; Blue had discovered that when the seat was rotated on one of the high stools, it emitted a wail...
Dining room
In reality, the mask hung on his parents’ dining room wall, well out of reach of curious hands.
In the pale gray dining room, Adam was taking a wooden mask from a hook on the wall.
And then Ronan kicked one of the dining room chairs. He hurled a tall basket full of recorders and pennywhistles against the wall. Tore a handful of small frames from their hangers.
Sitting room
...she accompanied Ronan into the sitting room. It was not really a sitting room; no one needed a sitting room anymore. Instead it had become a repository for everything that didn’t seem to belong anywhere else. Three mismatched leather chairs faced one another on the uneven wood floor — that was the sitting part. Tall, thin crockery held umbrellas and dull swords. Rubber boots and pogo sticks lined the walls. Rugs made tight upholstery scrolls in a corner; one of them was marked with a sticky note that said not this one in Niall’s handwriting. A strange iron chandelier, reminiscent of planetary orbits, hung in the center of the room. Niall had probably dreamt it. Certainly the other two chandeliers that hung in the corners, half light fixture, half potted plants, were dream things.
The sitting room was dimmer and quieter than the hall, with no windows to let in the simmering afternoon or the trilling birds. The door to the basement was on the far wall. [...] Ronan went directly to the desk against the wall, not looking at his mother. His father had called this desk his “office"...
Living room
The Barns was a warren of pool tables and quilts, video game cords and shoddily expensive leather couches.
He was in the living room on the old plaid couch, looking at the same three cracks that had made the letter M for years.
At first he saw nothing but the living room’s familiar clutter. The coffee table, the TV, the game cabinet, the walking stick basket. Then his eyes caught movement beneath the end table.
Gansey, Blue, Ronan and Adam remained at the Barns, sitting in a circle in the hickory-scented living room. [...] They hovered overhead and danced in the fireplace.
Exterior and grounds
The way to the Barns was twisted as a lightbulb’s filament, all corkscrew turns and breathless lifts through broken terrain. These were not Gansey’s tamed mountains and foothills. These eastern hills of Singer’s Falls were hasty green folds, sudden rises, and precipitous hatchet marks in the rock-strewn forests. Mist rose from them and clouds descended into them.
...the two stone pillars half-hidden in ivy, tangled banks like a wall around the property, the oaks huddled close on either side of the pitted gravel driveway.
In the backseat, Blue and Adam craned their necks, looking at the approaching house. It was homely, unimpressive, a farmhouse that had been added on to every few decades. It was the namesake barns scattered through the saturated hills that were memorable, most of them chalk-white and tin-roofed, some of them still standing, some of them collapsing. Some were long and skinny livestock barns, others broad hay barns topped with pointy- hatted cupolas. There were ancient stone outbuildings and new, flat-roofed equipment sheds, still-rank goat houses and long-empty dog kennels. They dotted the fields as if they’d grown from them: smaller ones clustered like mushrooms, larger ones standing apart.
Climbing over a black four-board fence, they set off across the fields toward one of the main barns.
Ronan went slowly until he verified that the home nurse’s car wasn’t there, and then he drove around the back of the house to where an overgrown, mildew-green equipment shed stood.
