5.05.2008

The Things I Do For A Little Cash

WTF!? Okay, so seriously, I never really considered myself to be terribly money-hungry or materialistic, but after this weekend, I'm re-thinking that self-assessment. Yes, it's true I've done some strange things in order to make money - re-shingling a three-story barn, painting rental apartments with Bob and Rita, working 3rd shift slinging around 30lb bags of mail, appraising art in Cleveland with a bi-polar art dealer (yeah that one was fun)... And yes, my parents instilled a strong work ethic in me. And yes, historically, whatever employment opportunity presents itself, I'm usually up for it. But, money-grubbing never really crossed my mind.

Rare have been the periods in my life when I've maintained only one job at a time, but up until recently those jobs were necessary to my survival. At one point I was working full time during the weekdays at an architecture firm in NY, while working 20-30 hours during the weeknights and working retail on the weekends...and still barely scraping by. Can you say crazy?

For the first time in my life, I actually have a job where I don't HAVE to work another job in order to live. This is good. And yet, here I am, still sacrificing my precious weekends on a regular basis to make a little extra money kidsitting or dogsitting or housesitting or whatever. It's like a sickness. A compulsion. Like if the opportunity presents itself and I don't take advantage of it, I'm a bad person. A lazy person. A person who will regret not making money when she had the chance. A person who would be foolishly prideful to turn their nose up at a job. Part of me knows this is stupid.

But the other part is stubborn when it comes to extra cash endeavors. It's not about the money...well, okay let's be honest, it IS about the money. And maybe it's because I'm inherently greedy, but it's also because I'm afraid. I've been in that dark, scary realm of NO money. Zilch. Zip. Zero. Not even enough to pay for basic living expenses, and although money doesn't mean a lot to me, I don't ever want to be in that place again.

So, I've spent the past 5 days being a single parent (that's right, you heard me - FIVE days!), interrupting my life, sacrificing my time not because I really wanted to, but because I would've felt guilty passing up the golden opportunity to make extra money. Although, after this hellish long weekend, I think I may be cured of my compulsive behavior...or at least willing to take a looooong break from future extracurricular money-making activities.

7 comments:

Terah Lynn said...

Well I guess that answers my question of "did you survive"? Whew....

Gibbarella said...

I never thought you did it for the money. Wow you have shingled a 3 story barn...impressive. My mom always told me to learn to say no and it sounds like your weekend finally taught you how to do that.

mom said...

don't forget your job at mickey d's. you truly are a woman of many talents!

boty said...

Well I'm glad you don't have to work three jobs just to "NOT" make it by.

I feel that zilch dollar thing. I remember having no money what so ever, bank account over drawn with fees piling up over months, change jar empty, couch cushions and car stripped of all coinage weeks before, no food, no clean clothes, no toilet paper or tampons, no soap or shampoo, shut off notice from utility company, eviction notice on my door, scared to death I wouldn't make it to work because my tank had been on "E" for weeks since I had to buy gas in 50 cent increments, no cds, dvds, or jewelry left to hawk, desperately contemplating how to steal dog food so Ollie wouldn't starve with me, all while working a full time job with over-time...not to mention that one incident with the pink channel suit wearing bitch, with her fresh manicure and crazy weave buying high end groceries with her access card while I stood behind her, stomach completely empty for 5 days counting pennies and nickels to pay for the cheapest bag of dog food I could find...lol I remember I was 37 cents short and had to put it back too. Yep my tax dollars hard at work helping the channel wearing bitch buy enough veal for an army while my dog and I become homeless and starve to death...excellent. So glad the system works out so evenly!

Yep just remembering these moments stresses me out!

cathryn said...

Boty - Yeah, I see those people at the Wal-Mart all the time with their handy-dandy access cards. So I guess the lesson there is: work = no money while no work = money. Huh.

boty said...

LOL that's funny coz that's where I was when pink channel veal lady was ahead of me in line...lol "the walmart"!

Jennifer said...

Painting w/ Rita & Bob...don't you mean, Frank & Marie!! Ha!! Thanks for fielding that one for me and getting me out of that family obligation...guess I owe ya!

By the way..."May I make a suggestion?" --- "NO!"