Mindless Jobs That Pay Well Novels & Stories

Consider it my personal kryptonite. "You said it best. No responsibilities and unemployment is a blessing. Now you're free to do whatever you want. Live it up. Travel. See the world." I almost spit out my sip of water. "With what money?" There aren't a lot of road jobs available to someone with front desk experience at a hotel. We were a fucking two diamond! Probably a diamond higher than my current accommodations, but still. "Money is always available if you're open to it."

I asked and he seemed to think about what to say. "I'm an entrepreneur. But I need to live a little more, get out of my routine or I'll end up going crazy." I always wonder why rich people are so sad, overwhelmed and empty and why poor people are so light. Could it be that money takes its toll on people? "What about you? Do you work with Jess?" "No. She's a secretary in a designer store, I work in a doctor's surgery as a caregiver. It's not great, but you get used to it." It's really not good, but I can't complain because it pays better than my previous jobs.

Maybe the beer got the humor out of him, making him drop his funniest joke. “You’ve got the skills for coding, data, and the like. This job even pays better than most contracts, even far cleaner. No blood, just a computer and a desk. I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t try.” I set the glass down with a sharp clink. Everything he’s saying is so ridiculous! Then again, a regular job doesn’t come through a handler who’s been playing people’s lives like a pawn in chess. Guess I’ll play dumb, for now.

“So seriously, where can I get a good paying job?” She let out a loud yawn behind me. “Listen, the only good paying jobs you can get around here are mostly in bars and casinos.” She shot me a brief once over. “Do you think you’re cut out for that?” “And hey,” she added in a whisper, “those are also the kind of places where you could work without having a background check run on you.” I rolled my eyes, digging my fingers into my hair. “I’ll decide for myself if I can handle it or not,” I mumbled under my breath. “I just need a freaking job.”

"If I wasn't lucky, I won't be having a job right now. Am I right?" "If you are lucky enough, you won't be working as PA right now." He said. "So you mean, it's not luck?" I furrow my brows. "If a person is lucky enough, they won't be working in a job where they can only get low payment." "What's wrong with a low payment job? As long as it's decent, it's fine. " "That is totally absurd." I really don't understand what it means. Is he having problems with small amount of salary?

She shifted as she spoke and dropped her eyes. He knew right away what she was talking about, where she worked and why she might be embarrassed to admit it. A popular TV dinner company ran a factory outside of their town. Many of the lower income, less skilled workers got jobs there. Jared didn't like the idea that Amy was getting up so early in the morning to go to work. "You on the assembly line?" She picked at a loose thread on her lawn chair and didn't look at him as she nodded. Even worse. She had one of the worst jobs at the factory. Monotonous, boring, low-paid with no opportunities for advancement.

Oh? I had forgotten to ask Sky who was getting engaged. No wonder Mabel was dressed so extravagantly tonight—she was the bride-to-be. Seeing me remain silent, Harland waved his cigarette-stained hand in front of my face. "Being a low-level white-collar worker must be tough—long hours with low pay. How about working as a cleaner for my family instead? "You can choose between daily wage or hourly pay. How does 200 bucks a day sound? Cleaning and cooking would be way easier than whatever you're doing now."

“What?” “I can’t take it. Do you think I steal because I’m way too lazy to work? The only jobs I’ve managed to secure are a few menial ones that don’t require qualifications, and they end up not even cutting half of my rent money, and so I had to… explore other options.” “Good thing being my PA doesn’t require qualifications either. All you need is the ability to make a good coffee, jot down a few things, and go on business trips with me. The pay should be enough to give you a comfortable life.”

University graduates were being grossly underpaid and abused in work places because employers of labour had many job seekers pestering them for jobs. There were many job seekers who were ready to do almost anything just to get the peanuts being paid as salary. The level of poverty was so high that some university graduates had their gross earning to be as little as seven thousand naira; an amount less than twenty dollars a month for a job as sensitive and tedious as teaching.

On a Saturday morning, Ava was up already and behind her computer, surfing the web for a short-term part-time job she could do in the meantime for money. It had been hours and all she saw were jobs that either seemed suspicious or completely not to her taste and schedule. About to close up, an ad for a job popped up. She read out loud, “Make $800,000 from being a personal care assistant every month. For more inquiries, call or text xxx-xxx-xxx” She paused before peering into the screen. “$800,000!” She yelled out, shocked. Regardless of how skeptical she was about it, she clicked on the ad.