Mindless Jobs That Pay Well Novels & Stories

Those are also the ones that pay enough to make normal jobs look laughable. Sure, I could work a regular nine-to-five. I could clock in every morning, smile at customers, pretend to enjoy small talk, and spend years working my way toward a promotion. Or… I could spend sixty seconds inside a system nobody else can crack and make more money than most people earn in weeks. Not exactly a difficult decision.

It already feels hot, as if it might burst into flames if I dare open more than two tabs. I scroll through job postings. Same old shit. Retail. Fast food. Overnight shifts in sketchy warehouses. Minimum wage for maximum misery. My eyes glaze over the list, every post blending into the next. I'm exhausted, and I haven't even applied to anything yet. It's just an endless cycle of rejection and low pay. "Housekeeper needed. Private estate. Excellent compensation. Room and board included."

The last man said "I work at Sumner Company as a truck delivery driver. I am paid $11 an hour with 2 paid days a year off. But we get no other benefits." The crowd was dumbfounded at hearing such low salaries. The lowest paid employee at 'Bello Precioso' was already making $20 an hour to start, and was usually given a raise after working well for just six months. Plus, everyone was entitled to two full weeks off a year with pay, not to mention paid sick leave. None of these people realised just how good they had it, compared to these other companies out there. Mr. Hinson looked terrible now. He knew that he had been caught in a lie. The crowd was looking at him with a deadly intent in their

For someone like me who is just poor and didn't finish school it will be difficult to find a decent job, especially if you don't know anyone to help you get in. Some call my job easy money. In just one night you will be able to pay off everything you need to pay and still have some left over for yourself. But not all people like me who have that kind of work advance in life immediately. It's easy money so to speak, but only for a short time. If they are not satisfied with your performance or if they are not satisfied with you then you have to accept the small amount they paid you. You can't complain, you can't get angry, curse or even hurt. Because your life depends on it.

He still earns over 200k a year, even though his job takes almost no skill at all. Meanwhile, my very impressive, all encompassing job pay is less than 300k. I’m doing about four times the work for only a little more pay. At least I’m being smart with my money with investments, real estate and all that. That’s what paid for this whole trip. Jake on the other hand… Golden Child syndrome. A spoiled playboy who gets whatever he fucking wants. He better not fuck this up for me. I could see him tipping off the paparazzi out of pure spite. I can only hope he does no such thing.

When we got away from the bustling end, we sat on a couch, and silence settled in again until she said, “I have a job for you, you know?” Job? My semi-closed eyes parted, and my interest got piqued. “Nice,” I whispered, grabbing my head from the extra bang that I was feeling. “You don’t have to do much.” She shrugged. “Just chat with lonely people, and you get paid 10,000 dollars.” Excitement swelled within me, and for a swift second, I almost bought her words, but something within me snapped, and I knew instantly that it didn’t make any sense, because why would anyone want to pay me 10,000 dollars just for chatting with me?

If I did, I’d probably pass out before I even had a chance to find anything. “Look at this shit,” I muttered, clicking on yet another link for a customer service job that paid less than what I was paying in rent. "Are they fucking kidding me?" I slammed the laptop shut and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes like I could somehow reset my brain. My back was already aching from sitting in the same damn spot for hours. I couldn’t keep doing this. Couldn’t keep pretending like it was all gonna magically turn around. Every job posting I clicked on felt like a punch to the gut. Either they wanted someone with ten years of experience in something I barely understood, or they were asking for a

, she asked “you cant keep working yourself off in this house… you can’t do this for ever you know “ Well, what do you have me do?” I responded while I threw a chip in my mouth “this is the only way I get to keep myself busy and to stop myself from drowning in my thoughts “ She looked at me and yanked the back of chips from my hands “Lily, look! I know you’re feeling disappointed about not having a job, but have you tried checking for remote jobs online? I mean… honestly, I think it’s gonna be a way better option for you than working in public spaces, since you’re trying to keep a low profile. Think about it” As she spoke, she stood up and walked into the bathroom to have a shower.

"Yeah, let's say I saw this assistant job in a really big company and it pays $60 per hour and you are working fourteen hours and get extra pay for each time you work outside your working hours? If you graduated high school, you are qualified for the job." I quickly did the mathematics in my head and gasped at how much I would be making in a month. I have never made that kind of money from any job I worked. The five-star restaurant paid well but was not close to what I would be making in a month at Monero Empire. I bolted from the couch like I was pushed by a force and dashed into the kitchen. Lily turned when she saw me but it was too late as I grabbed the phone from her hand.

It’s cracked, grimy, and currently displaying four unread notifications: two from my bank (rude), one from Chad, and one from my landlord that simply says: ‘Have you considered selling used underwear?’ Delete. Delete. Trauma delete. I open the job app with the same energy as someone re-downloading Tinder after a breakup. It’s all pyramid schemes and jobs with the words “vibrant sales environment,” which we all know translates to free labour. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. Somewhere between “dog psychic assistant” and “energy drink ambassador (must wear costume),” I find it. IMMEDIATE HIRE. NO BACKGROUND CHECK. LOVES KIDS A PLUS.