At work today me and my friend, who I never get to see because I think our boss purposely schedules us to work opposite shifts (so if I work lunch she works dinner), decided we need to make money fast. I need to make money to go abroad and then have enough to support myself during the summer after I return (because I cannot live at home again) and she needs money because she recently went abroad and doesn't have any. We began contemplating ideas and came up with a fee viable choices:
1. Sell our eggs (Besides the hormones and surgery, it would be easy to make a couple of thousand. The major downside the potential of having children with your DNA running around.)
2. Sell drugs (Completely illegal and not incredibly profitable actually. Plus the danger of a drug war.)
3. Crash weddings (It sounds like this would make you no money, but as my friend pointed out, you could steal some gifts and then sell them on e-Bay and no one would notice.)
4. Strip (No one would have to know unless your friends came to the strip club you worked at, but then you could pretend to have a look-a-like, because how many of your friends have seen you naked. But as my other friend pointed out to me most strippers are fat, his words, not mine, and I am not. Another friend suggested I should be a go-go dancer.)
5. Sell plasma (You make 60 a week if you donate twice a week and you can do it over and over again. I have never donated blood, hate having blood taken from me, and think I would probably pass out, a very legitimate concern.)
A few other options were thrown out there, but really none of these ideas is very good. I mean half are illegal and would end in jail time if we got caught, which is definitely not worth the money and the others are not very appealing (stripping). I guess I could try donating plasma, but the idea of being poked that much does not seem worth the 60 a week. I guess I'll have to stick to waiting tables and hope that someone will walk in and leave me a couple of hundred out of the kindness of their heart. Probably won't happen considering today my last table told me to that I looked like I didn't want to be there (and I basically told them I didn't). When I transferred them to another waitress once I was cut and came to tell them they mentioned that was the first time they saw me smile the entire time I had waited on them.
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