Mindless Jobs That Pay Well Novels & Stories

The money my mom had been giving me was only just enough for Mackenna to be fooled that Pandora had been getting the rest. "He said not to worry about money. His work is looking for people, and he could get you a job installing security and pay you under the table." I knew this was sounding too good to be true. If I agreed, then I would have to work! "He said he knows it's below what you are used to, but it's installing security systems, fixing the ones that are broke, or helping people who get locked out of their homes."

I leave the room, feeling the emptiness follow me… And it doesn't stop me from leaving. If I could, I'd quit this job. I think of Monday morning, sprawled on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Having to see and live with my boss, after everything we've shared, will be very uncomfortable and embarrassing. I sigh. However, it was very difficult to be admitted to the company. And already, there's no way I can afford to be unemployed. Even though my salary is above average, I'm not managing to pay off my debts, and without this income, my despair will be complete. The risk of losing my small two-story building is always looming. To make the mortgage payments, I often don't even have enough to eat.

Security didn't even lay a hand on him, they just stumbled over their words and walked away like they hadn't seen anything. "Are you sure you still want to go apply for all of these jobs?" Zale asked me in distaste as he looked at the newspaper where I had numerous job available positions circled, "these jobs will probably only pay you minimum wage," he said with a shake of his head as he put the newspaper down and looked at me, moving his hair from his face. "I have to do what I have to do," I shrugged, eating my pizza slice as cleanly as I could because I didn't want to mess up his beautiful white leather seats that felt like pure luxury on my body.

“I’m staying at the motel a few blocks away from here. I wanted to eat something cheap, saw a hotdog stand, the lady selling them asked if I worked here. I didn’t. So I wanted to change that.” “You do know the work that you would be doing here, right?” “Right,” I do mental calculations before I continue, licking my lips. “Work is work. I need the money. I’m guessing they make a shit ton of money here judging from the things I’m calculating.” “On a slow night, our most boring entertainer gets around $400.” Holy shit.

The apartment feels too quiet without her bustling around, making it impossible to ignore the weight of everything I need to figure out. Almost three hours into scrolling through job listings, and I want to cry. Retail positions that require standing for eight hours. Waitressing jobs that involve carrying heavy trays. Office work that pays barely above minimum wage. I'm about to close the laptop in frustration when something catches my eye. Immediate Start: Temporary live-in babysitter needed for one-year-old child. Excellent compensation. Flexible schedule. Must be comfortable with travel. The salary listed makes me blink twice. It's more than I made in three months at my last real job.

She asked while looking back at her and Lucy just went to the seat in front of her "I guess… There is nothing we can do… We have already sold the little things we had and now we are hardly alive… So tell me… What did you come up with?" She was totally hopeless and asked in disappointment… "O dear Lucy… Look at this.. So all we have to do is serve rich people and the salary of an hour is 2 hundred dollars and since we are two people, we both got selected… We can simply earn 4 hundred per hour and the work is going to be done one 7 to 8 hours and it is quite possible that we both can earn around two thousand dollars in a day and if our performance are going to be ok then we will simply have th

Didn’t you say you have to get up to go to work? 'Oh yes, I've got another job.’ Then he was silent for a moment. ‘I’ll tell you why I do it. Firstly, the money. Do you know how much you can earn? A thousand a pop - and that’s the absolute minimum. Secondly, I enjoy it. And thirdly, I love doing it for the experience of human nature.’ “You mean you see people at their rawest, at their most base?’ “Yes. Generally, although some clients . . .’

You have no choice. She nervously rummaged through her handbag to pull out her phone. The classifieds might offer her a quick solution. Opening a job listings site, she scrolled through endless lists of positions: waitress, cleaner, cashier… But none promised a salary sufficient to pay her debts. She sighed, ready to give up for the day, when an ad caught her attention. "We are looking for young girls who can be licked. Well-paid job: 1000 euros per hour. No penetration required."

Or so I have heard people say that. I’m in bed scanning on the small screen of my mobile phone. So far nothing sounds real, nothing pays enough, and the good jobs are in another city, where I’m not. I’m eating cereal without milk and reading the ads. Some even seek women to pay them for sex. The world has changed. My neck is stiff and my feet are still sore from all the standing I did this past week. A day off wouldn’t hurt me and is not like I have any plans and when I get a phone call, I clear my throat before picking up.

I do not remember when last I was this free, although I wish to be among those laughing and chit chatting about the littlest things but all life has succumbed me to, is work. "Uhmmm Camilla...... Your shift is over" my colleague reminded. I was so engrossed in my thoughts I completely forgot we were in shifts, this is another start for me. I just hope I would be able to get enough for Jason's medical bill. Probably I could work on Saturdays and Sundays too in bars or as a nanny for a fancy rich person. A person that has no connection with Braden, a woman preferable. I have to engage in multiple jobs to save Jason.