Mindless Jobs That Pay Well Novels & Stories

There were daily-pay jobs such as waitressing and factory work, most of them physical, repetitive labor. "Why is this all there is?" She searched for private tutoring and teaching positions that paid by the day. The pay was decent, but she didn't qualify. Those postings were for current college students. She had been out of school for years. She kept scrolling. Nothing remained that made use of her mind. Those jobs were highly sought after, and there was never a shortage of applicants. Silverton wasn't a city that lacked people.

asked Jaylee when her roommate stopped for breath. Marion, red in the face and breathing hard, shook her head. "In their underwear!" she repeated. "Or on a beach someplace, taking pictures of hunks in swimsuits! Teeny little thongs! Oiled bodies! Bulging packages! And you get paid for it. Good money, too! Millions of people would kill for a chance at a job like that. You can't really be planning to throw it all away." "Except that I am. It's not all as great as you think."

The evil one can even build the plane, but who will fly it? But still, there is a third category, and I dare say it is the best of all. Clever men and doers. Those who don't use their brains to do something, but pay someone to do it. They are the infamous bosses, the ones who pay the salaries of smart people and executors, and don't even have to get out of bed.

It was a lot of hard work and very little pay. That was the problem with cities like these. The pay is low, so their prices are low. At the end of the day, he got a job that had the average minimum wage in Lichen Pack. It was a company business about woodwork, and he had an experience so he was offered the job right away.

I go to say something intelligent, but no words will leave my mouth. “We have five different positions open at the moment.” I stay silent. “There’s bar work, just normal bar work, and that pays thirty-five dollars an hour.” I nod. “Okay,” I murmur. “Then there is topless waitressing where you don’t have to touch or talk to the clients at all. That pays seventy dollars an hour.” I frown and swallow the horror in my mouth. “We do ten hour shifts, so you can do the math there.” Fuck. That’s seven-hundred dollars a shift.

The job was easy, and he earned 300 grand annually. Furthermore, she had a stable job at the power plant. Now that Quincey had also secured a job there, they were considered comfortably middle class, if not more well off. The worst off was Lionel's family. So what if he got into Queenstone College? In the end, he returned to the country to become a poor teacher. He was one of those stubborn types who refused to look for extra income on the side. Mindy's job was even more of a joke. Calling herself a full-time writer was just a nicer way of saying that she was unemployed.

“It’s good.” “How do you manage to work? Like you get free pretty late “ he raised his eyebrows. “I told you it’s an online job. It gets stressful sometimes but it pays well.” At this point I got pro in lying about my job. It’s online. It pays well. I have just to do data entries and some small stuff was my fabricated story. “Sure it does,” he commented. We ate while telling jokes to each other. Like we used to do. I decided not to damage my brain cells to think useless stuff like he was there for some purpose. Maybe he thinks I have no one beside him, well that was true at some point at least in university.

"Is Madam going to have a joint stream tonight to solve more relationship issues? Can we change it? We don't want to hear about ordinary gossip. We want to hear about the dating reality show." "Yeah! Who is dating whom? I'm not greedy. I just want to know about one couple. Not knowing is making me impatient." "If I guess it correctly, I can be idle for one whole year. Guys, do you realize that the mean of our annual salary is only 50 thousand?" "Exactly. I work myself to the bone every month to get a salary of 2500 dollars. The 88 thousand would allow me to rest and do nothing for more than a year. Take pity on me, Madam! I have children and aging parents. I need that prize money!"

" Praveen gulped. How hard it is, struggling all day in a stuffy room like this, without seeing the sun, chasing the target and only earning 350 rupees a day. He didn't know if he would be able to. He prayed that the worker who absent would return soon so that he could get another job. At least, it's not a confining job like this. This was not a job he can do.

“Right now, I’m working for someone named Mr. Lidell. He’s studying here in River City. My main job is to protect his safety in secret. You guys should take over for me while I’m recuperating! Mr. Lidell said if you work for him, he’ll give you the best treatment.” “Really? We’re the best at protecting the safety of our employers. Plus, our country is much safer than the other countries, so I’m sure it’s much safer. How much money will Mr. Lidell give us per month? I can only make eight thousand bucks a month on the construction site. I won’t say yes if it’s lower than that.” “You must be dreaming. Do you still think you’re abroad? How is this more tiring than working on a construction site?