Mailman Dave
I’m in a very rough spot right now. If you read my other blog, you’ll know that I dislocated my right knee cap and cracked my head open. I’m down bad now. In a week, I’ll run out of sick leave. With the post office, you can’t get a short-term disability why I have no idea, so in a week, I’ll be making 0 money from the post office. Pretty much fucked with a capital F.
It’s 2021. Everyone pretty much everybody lives on the internet, so I figured maybe I could make some money doing something. This entire morning was spent researching remote jobs, and of course, everything needs a college degree, 10 years of prior experience, and they need you to be a computer wizard. I’m none of those three things. One semester of community college and 6 years of experience delivering people’s porn magazines doesn’t really help you.
I found some surveys where they would pay you about 50 cents a survey. Now 50 cents is practically nothing, but you bust out 20 of those in an hour, and I won’t turn down $10 an hour. I registered with ySense, and I was good to go—time to start making the big bucks of 50 cents. I see dozens of surveys, and I go ahead and start one. I get 75% of the way through, and then boom, I get a not all surveys are great. What the fuck does that mean? Did I waste 5 minutes of my day and not even make any money? Yes, yes, I did. I start another one, hoping to make some chump change. The same thing happens again. After getting about 80% of the way through surveys and being told not all surveys are great, I threw in the towel.
I found a company called Rev that transcribes audio. I’ve listened to hundreds of hours of podcasts while delivering mail. This will be a cakewalk. Well, after being tested like I was back in high school grammar, my application was sent. Hours later, I get an email saying that I was denied because of my grammar. What the fuck are they looking for William Shakespeare? I use Grammarly, so I don’t sound like an idiot in my blogs. Is Grammarly not good enough for them?
So I’m back to square one with nothing but my morning wasted to show. I’m going to keep researching online jobs, and maybe I’ll find something. Worst comes to worst; there’s always OnlyFans. Some sick people in this world would love to see my gross ass feet.
