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		<title>You Mean Some People Don&#8217;t Drive, What?</title>
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<p><img class="alignleft  wp-image-15759" title="no im thrilled really" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Screen-shot-2012-10-18-at-11.04.07-AM.jpg" alt="" width="280" height="174" />I knew exactly zero people in high school who didn’t have a driver’s license. It was Western Nebraska—I knew more people who couldn&#8217;t ride a bike than I did people who couldn’t drive. That’s just how it was!</p>
<p>My first car was my brother’s 1987 Dodge Colt. Somewhere around the fourth alternator, it was decided that it wasn’t worth the repairs (even though my “mechanic” has typically been my father, who works for the price of “stand here and hold that light for a while”). I inherited my parents&#8217; 1989 Chevy Corsica. At 240,000 miles, its timing chain went caput. I drove the family minivan for a while—a rear wheel drive Astro beast—before spending all of college driving a 1996 Chevy Corsica.</p>
<p>When I became the first of my siblings to graduate college, I was given money toward a new used car. After careful selection, I found what I wanted on Facebook of all places. We put the $3,500 down on a 1999 Saturn SC1. At the time, I had very logical thinking, especially for a 23-year-old. I wanted something with good fuel economy and at least not-horrible emissions, a requirement that became ironic this summer, when the car was scrapped after failing essentially every state inspection it possibly could. Including the emissions test. I got $200 for it, and for the first time in 12 years, I don’t have a car.</p>
<p>And I feel relieved. <!--more--></p>
<p>In 2007, the Saturn moved me and my stuff (mattress strapped to the roof), from Lincoln, Neb. to Philadelphia, Pa..; from Philly to Washington, D.C.; from D.C. back to Lincoln; and then from Lincoln back to Philly. (I’m done moving.) The east coast introduced me to people I once-thought-mythical—not just those without a car, but those without a <em>driver’s license (b</em>y choice and not by court order or three strikes laws.) In Washington, my car fell into disuse because of readily available public transportation (so much so that one time I went to drive it and the battery was dead from slow-drain). Back to Lincoln? Back to frequently driving. Philly was walkable, but I worked in the suburbs, and found commuting by car easier than the regional rail lines. So I drove.</p>
<p>But now I’m car free. It&#8217;s different, though, from when I lived in D.C. and simply didn&#8217;t drive much—there, I still had the car. I&#8217;ve found that my Middle American dependency on cars is as much a psychological as anything, and I&#8217;m finally breaking myself of that dependence.</p>
<p>This is a great step forward. I am no longer am worrying about paying my insurance bill ($350, twice a year). I no longer have to worry about having money for gas. Vehicle registration, driver’s license transfers, inspections—no longer hanging over me. I never have to pay for parking again (unless a friend is driving and I want to be nice). No more tickets. No more costly repairs.</p>
<p>And if push comes to shove, I can just do what the kids in my neighborhood do—drive a loud-ass four wheeler or dirtbike down the street.</p>
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<p><em>John Wenz has had a lot of cars, and a <a href="http://thebillfold.com/2012/06/ive-had-40-jobs-what-did-you-ever-do/">lot of jobs. </a></em></p>

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<p><img class="alignleft  wp-image-15759" title="no im thrilled really" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Screen-shot-2012-10-18-at-11.04.07-AM.jpg" alt="" width="280" height="174" />I knew exactly zero people in high school who didn’t have a driver’s license. It was Western Nebraska—I knew more people who couldn&#8217;t ride a bike than I did people who couldn’t drive. That’s just how it was!</p>
<p>My first car was my brother’s 1987 Dodge Colt. Somewhere around the fourth alternator, it was decided that it wasn’t worth the repairs (even though my “mechanic” has typically been my father, who works for the price of “stand here and hold that light for a while”). I inherited my parents&#8217; 1989 Chevy Corsica. At 240,000 miles, its timing chain went caput. I drove the family minivan for a while—a rear wheel drive Astro beast—before spending all of college driving a 1996 Chevy Corsica.</p>
<p>When I became the first of my siblings to graduate college, I was given money toward a new used car. After careful selection, I found what I wanted on Facebook of all places. We put the $3,500 down on a 1999 Saturn SC1. At the time, I had very logical thinking, especially for a 23-year-old. I wanted something with good fuel economy and at least not-horrible emissions, a requirement that became ironic this summer, when the car was scrapped after failing essentially every state inspection it possibly could. Including the emissions test. I got $200 for it, and for the first time in 12 years, I don’t have a car.</p>
<p>And I feel relieved. <span id="more-15757"></span></p>
<p>In 2007, the Saturn moved me and my stuff (mattress strapped to the roof), from Lincoln, Neb. to Philadelphia, Pa..; from Philly to Washington, D.C.; from D.C. back to Lincoln; and then from Lincoln back to Philly. (I’m done moving.) The east coast introduced me to people I once-thought-mythical—not just those without a car, but those without a <em>driver’s license (b</em>y choice and not by court order or three strikes laws.) In Washington, my car fell into disuse because of readily available public transportation (so much so that one time I went to drive it and the battery was dead from slow-drain). Back to Lincoln? Back to frequently driving. Philly was walkable, but I worked in the suburbs, and found commuting by car easier than the regional rail lines. So I drove.</p>
<p>But now I’m car free. It&#8217;s different, though, from when I lived in D.C. and simply didn&#8217;t drive much—there, I still had the car. I&#8217;ve found that my Middle American dependency on cars is as much a psychological as anything, and I&#8217;m finally breaking myself of that dependence.</p>
<p>This is a great step forward. I am no longer am worrying about paying my insurance bill ($350, twice a year). I no longer have to worry about having money for gas. Vehicle registration, driver’s license transfers, inspections—no longer hanging over me. I never have to pay for parking again (unless a friend is driving and I want to be nice). No more tickets. No more costly repairs.</p>
<p>And if push comes to shove, I can just do what the kids in my neighborhood do—drive a loud-ass four wheeler or dirtbike down the street.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><em>John Wenz has had a lot of cars, and a <a href="http://thebillfold.com/2012/06/ive-had-40-jobs-what-did-you-ever-do/">lot of jobs. </a></em></p>

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		<title>I&#8217;ve Had 40 Jobs, What Did You Ever Do</title>
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<p>For most of the 28 years of my life, I’ve pretty much taken up any offer to make money that came my way. Here are 40 jobs that I remember.<br />
<strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/he-looked-good-in-a-dress.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6058" title="you could be a part-time child model" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/he-looked-good-in-a-dress-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>1.  Child model, 1988<br />
Payment: </strong>Unknown<strong><br />
Highlights: </strong>I only have hazy memories of this, but it somehow involved tacky clothes from some store in my hometown mall, which until 2002 was only called “The Mall.” I could not make it as a model now, except maybe in, like, weird bear stuff</p>
<p><strong>2. Local Television Commercial Actor, 1988 to 1992<br />
</strong><strong>Payment: </strong>$50 for one commercial, all others free.<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Started out with Clean City Committee, costarring with a brown kangaroo mascot and other small children in anti-littering commercials. Later drafted to a Crime Stoppers commercial where we were handed crowbars and asked to beat up a car in a junkyard. Once paid $50 for a local pharmacy commercial which involved asking for scientific names of drugs to kindly old man pharmacist. Mom forced me to put it all in savings. I blew right through those savings my freshman year of college.</p>
<p><strong>3. Self-babysitter, 1993 to 1997<br />
</strong><strong>Payment: </strong>$5/night<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> My parents paid me stay home alone and babysit myself while they finished their college degrees with night classes. This was largely a ploy to 1.) make me less terrified of staying home alone by incentivizing it and 2.) make it easier for them so they didn&#8217;t have pick me up at one of my aunts&#8217; houses. Involved watching lots of <em>Unsolved Mysteries</em> and scaring myself shitless.</p>
<p><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/bar-dude.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6053" title="just like jack" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/bar-dude-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a><br />
<strong>4. Bar Stocker, 1995 to 2002, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$20/day<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> At an age that probably wasn’t entirely appropriate, on select Sundays, ensured  that the coolers at my grandfather’s bar were stocked with beer and, sometimes during the summer<strong>, </strong>cleaned off the beer garden with a power washer. To an 11-year-old kid, $20 was a LOT of money. I have rarely felt the same sort of job fulfillment since.<br />
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<strong>5. Champ Man Mascot, 1996<br />
</strong> <strong>Payment: </strong>I do not recall being paid. Probably chalked up to &#8220;family duty.&#8221;<br />
<strong>Highlights: </strong>My former brother-in-law once was part-owner of a Champion Auto franchise. The day they opened, I served as the store mascot, which involved wearing an oversize Dickies shirt and a large racing flag mask.</p>
<p><strong>6. Brick De-Mortar-er, 1996<br />
Payment: </strong>$.05/brick<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> My parents bought a new house in 1992 with the intent of renovating the entire thing. I was paid to remove the mortar from old bricks so that they could re-use as many of them as possible. This was an absolutely tedious job, and I would only do it until I had $2 or whatever I needed for junk food and comics. There were hundreds of bricks.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/lightning-boy.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6060" title="D.P.O." src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/lightning-boy-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a><br />
7. Electrical helper, 1997-1999<br />
Payment: </strong>Familial duty, Scout Camp<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Some kids spend their Saturdays mowing the lawn. I spent mine helping my dad rewire our house. There was a loose agreement of payment but also a speech that started, “I’m your father and you live in my house and something something Scout Camp.” There were a lot of tedious hours spent ensuring wire was fed between levels of the house and that electrical outlets, light switches, and light fixtures were properly wired. I’m still surprised I’m not dead.</p>
<p><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1325" title="walletfavicon" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg" alt="" width="20" height="17" /></a><br />
<strong>8. Power Raker, 1997 to 2000<br />
Payment: </strong>Cheaper Scout Camp, supposedly<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Like Neil Armstrong, David Lynch, and Watergate felon H.R. Haldeman, I’m an Eagle Scout. In order to raise money for Scout camp every year, my troop did something called “power raking,” which basically involved pulling up a bunch of mulch and cleaning it out of people’s yards. I’m convinced to this day that it was some kind of scam. At any rate, in some way this helped us pay for summer camp. It also ruined a lot of perfectly good spring Saturday mornings for a few years.</p>
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<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/sandlot.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6061" title="you're killing me smalls" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/sandlot-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>9. Tee-ball umpire, Summers of 1998 and 1999<br />
Payment:</strong> $14/game<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Charged with basically saying “safe” or “out,” and learning the important skills of shoulder shrugging when parents protested.</p>
<p><strong>10. &#8220;Proprietor,&#8221; “Landscape Small Business,&#8221; 1998 to 2002<br />
</strong><strong>Payment: </strong>$5 and up (plus tips)<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Mowed lawns for money, mostly my parents and grandparents, but also my mock-trial coach. While driving me home from work one day, apropos of nothing, I had an awkward sex talk with my dad involving the words, “Before you make love to a woman, make sure you love her.&#8221; The week before I went to college, my grandfather tipped me hundreds of dollars, resulting in an accidental date because I didn&#8217;t want to break a $50 on a single movie ticket, so I bought two.<br />
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<p><strong>11. Stage Crew, Local Concert Series, 2000</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>Free concert entry<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Recruited for this gig at my parents&#8217; yard sale. Styx and Dwight Yoakam played. Dwight Yoakam was only artist to need the town name (NORTH PLATTE) written on piece of masking tape on the stage. Secretly got drunk for the first time on vodka. (Sorry, mom.)</p>
<p><strong>12. Store Clerk, Souvenir Store, 2001 to 2002</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>Minimum wage, promoted next summer to 10 cents above minimum wage<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Worked at the same souvenir store where my grandma worked, my mother used to manage, many of my cousins and my sister spent at least one summer clerking, and all the old ladies knew my name. Store featured a hand-carved Miniature Wild West show, a two-headed cow, and a Michelin Man dressed up as a Native stereotype. Spent much of the time talking to my boss about the decline of <em>The X-Files</em> in post-Mulder era.</p>
<p><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1325" title="walletfavicon" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg" alt="" width="20" height="17" /></a></p>
<p><strong>13. Law Office Courier, 2001 to 2002<br />
</strong> <strong><strong>Payment:</strong> </strong>$6.25 / hr<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Worked for my attorney uncle delivering papers to the courthouse. Burned some CDs of hold music. Created new filing system out of boredom. Moved a lot of boxes around. Learned the fine art of pretending to be busy surfing the Internet.<br />
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<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/5152194210_d6bd711f98_z.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6109" title="what's a weekend " src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/5152194210_d6bd711f98_z-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>14. Housecleaner, 2002<br />
Payment: </strong>$150/day, usually divided three ways <strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Very short-lived Saturday gig deep cleaning a man&#8217;s home. Job ended when came down the stairs in his underwear after encouraging me to bring more young male friends to his house.</p>
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<p><strong>15. College Newspaper Reporter, 2002 to 2007<br />
Payment: </strong>$12/article, to start <strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Screwed up a lot of stories. Totally nailed some other ones. Proceeded to get bored and do every job they&#8217;d let me do short of redesigning the newspaper.<br />
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<p><strong>16. Sports Score Taker, Local TV station, 2003<br />
Payment: </strong>$8/hour<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Ran the score ticker for area football and basketball games on a local television station. Pretended to care about area sports and sports in general. Would sometimes call rival station to hunt down unknown scores, and the anchors laughed at me for this.</p>
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<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Paula-40yr.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6062" title="kelly clarkson" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Paula-40yr-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>17. Electronics Salesman, Sears, 2003<br />
Payment:</strong> $6.50/hour base pay, plus commission (rarely earned)<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Sold electronics. At Sears. Didn&#8217;t do it very well and rarely made above commission, but did learn the intricate mechanisms of various televisions and camcorders. Signed up for in-store credit cards, which I didn&#8217;t pay off until 2009. Ruined credit score and experienced first bonafide panic attack.</p>
<p><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1325" title="walletfavicon" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg" alt="" width="20" height="17" /></a></p>
<p><strong>18. School Closings Intern, Local TV station, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$8/hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Ran the school weather closings ticker for same station I once took sports scores for. Got up at 3 a.m. to get to work by 4. Was bad at this. On days when schools were not closed, wrote secretly inappropriate web headlines to Associated Press wire stories and learned video editing. Discovered Wikipedia.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/earlyedition1-041.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-5911" title="WHERE IS THE CAT " src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/earlyedition1-041-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>19. Web Intern, Local Newspaper, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$10/hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Job one of the Four Job Summer of 2004, which, when not working, was spent with ill-gained beer obtained by a friend with a fake ID and plenty of terrible movies. Uploaded paper’s content to the web. I got proofs of paper the night before it comes out, and joked that I was living the TV show <em>Early Edition.</em> Created terrible Photoshops for a web feature summarizing  the night&#8217;s TV offerings.</p>
<p><strong>20. Security Guard, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$8/hour<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Job two of the Four Job Summer of 2004. Security guarded at power plants and high schools hit by tornadoes that summer. Secretly spent most of each shift devouring various books. Lamented that instead of a gun, I was forced to fend off would-be intruders with a Mag Light. Got to wear a goofy uniform.</p>
<p><strong>21. Blockbuster Clerk, 2004<br />
Payment:</strong> $8/hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Job three of the Four Job Summer of 2004. Showed up to interview 15 minutes late and still got the job. Was the best part-time job ever because: free rentals and the opportunity to cultivate my own my own Blockbuster Recommendations shelf.</p>
<p><strong>22. Freelance Writer, 2004 to present<br />
Payment: </strong>$.07/word to start, haven&#8217;t gotten much past that<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Job four of the Four Job Summer of 2004. My first assignments were covering local music, and I branched out into other topics.<br />
<a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1325" title="walletfavicon" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg" alt="" width="20" height="17" /></a></p>
<p><strong>23. Features Intern, 2005<br />
Payment: </strong>$12 / hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Moved to Arkansas for this internship, and did surprisingly well, despite these actual pitches: “How many deadly spiders are in Arkansas?”; “I wonder if anyone here draws comic books &#8230;” ; “Please pay me to review fireworks.” Got an A1 story covering the Miss Arkansas pageant when the theme was “A Salute to Billy Joel.&#8221; Discovered the distinct joys of Arkansas&#8217; drive thru liquor, lax open container laws (as long as I was sitting shotgun), and Waffle House.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gwh.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6054" title="how do you like them apples" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gwh-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>24. Wiki Site Editor, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$12/hour, theoretically<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>For three days, worked for the math department as a web editor despite having failed college algebra repeatedly. Showed up to the job interview with a mohawk. Did not know what I was doing. Quit pathetically by email by basically throwing my hands in the air and giving up because of my inability to generate a file type (or anything else) correctly.</p>
<p><strong>25. Barnes and Noble Bookseller, 2005 to 2006</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$6.25 / hour<strong><br />
</strong><strong>Highlights:</strong> Worked at Barnes and Noble as  a “bookseller” after nearly flunking out of college. Spent most of my time working the register alone. Experienced weird world of competitive low wage work places. Quit to “devote more time to my studies.” Used employee discount to buy regrettable books of Bukowski poetry.<br />
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<p><strong>26. Student Film Maker, 2005 to 2006<br />
Payment: </strong>$100<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Made two student films, entered them in student film competitions, won second place in both. One was a Burger King commercial parody in which the Burger King King steals the kidneys of Ronald McDonald, the other involved sock puppet zombies. Both can still be found on YouTube. I&#8217;m not linking to them.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/magic-mike.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6055" title="magic mike" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/magic-mike-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>27. Stripper, 2005<br />
Payment: </strong>Six-pack of Old Style.<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Was paid a six-pack of beer to dress up in my old security guard uniform and take off my shirt while dancing and lip-synching to R. Kelly at a bachelorette party. Drank all six beers in order to bring myself to be able to take off my shirt and dance/lip-synch to R. Kelly at a bachelorette party.<br />
<a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1325" title="walletfavicon" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg" alt="" width="20" height="17" /></a></p>
<p><strong>28. Dorm Desk Clerk, 2006 to 2007</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment:</strong></strong> $8 / hour<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Checked students into dorms. Watched many <em>X-Files</em> reruns. Only fell asleep once (a fireable offense), but it was thankfully only for like, two minutes.</p>
<p><strong>29. Staff Assistant at state banking regulation office, 2007</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$10.15 / hour, -$75<strong><br />
Highlights: </strong>Wrote some really awful, truly terrible rejection letters to would-be stock brokers in the state of Nebraska. Often realized after the fact that they were full of clerical errors (ADD makes things hard). Lost a key fob and had to pay $75.<br />
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<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gestapo.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6056" title="he was there obvz" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gestapo-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>30. Phone Center, 2007 to 2008<br />
Payment: </strong>$9/hour, plus employee discount<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Moved to Philadelphia with the intent of becoming an awesome web designer or writer or both. Instead worked at a catalog call center taking orders for doo-wop re-recordings, $5 monster movies, and softcore porn (one memorable title: <em>The Gestapos Last Orgy).</em></p>
<p><strong>31. Internship at media reform organization, 2008<br />
Payment: </strong>$6.25/hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Went from placing porn orders to lobbying congress for a fairer media. Drank a lot of coffee because that’s what people on campaigns do. Grew my first beard.</p>
<p><strong>32. Ghost Tour Guide, 2008</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$12/hour, infrequently<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Applied to be a ghost-tour guide not realizing that most of the job was handing out flyers to tourists, not giving ghost tours.</p>
<p><strong><strong>33. Data entry for a union, 2008<br />
Payment: </strong></strong>$14/hour<br />
<strong>Highlights: </strong>After data-entry project ended, they were nice to enough to make up random tasks for me to do so that I could stay employed for another month.<br />
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<strong><strong>34. Website monkey, Criminal justice non-profit, 2008 to 2010</strong></strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$42,000/year<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Did website monkey stuff. Kept track of statistics on executions and other criminal justice statistics. Made a Real Adult Salary while also Wasting It By Paying Rent In Washington, DC. Managed to pay off credit card debt and medical debt from an uninsured appendicitis scare. After realizing living in Washington, D.C. and not being overly self important were mutually exclusive, quit and moved.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/bookie.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6057" title="bookie" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/bookie-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>35. Betting Ticket Writer, Horse Track, 2010 to 2011<br />
Payment: </strong>$8/hour<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Worked 15 hours a week writing betting tickets for horse racing.  The job became significantly more fun once it wasn&#8217;t my only source of income. I learned to dread the smell of beer and cigarettes on customer’s breath on 100 degree days. Also learned how to gamble to infrequent success. Spent meager tips on really pathetic groceries (corn tortillas, cans of beans).</p>
<p><strong>36. Paint Stocker, Box Hardware Store, 2010<br />
Payment: </strong>$7.85/hour, minus cost of uniform vest, box cutter, and tape measure<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Worked exactly one night of training and one morning stocking paint at a place that wasn’t Home Depot or Lowes. Got a better job the afternoon of my first day and left a rambling, apologetic voicemail that I wouldn’t be back Monday.</p>
<p><strong>37. Invoice Processor, State Gambling Office, 2010<br />
Payment: </strong>$12/hour<strong><br />
Highlights: </strong>While still working at a horse track, also worked for a state office processing invoices for gambling counselors. The irony was not lost on me.<br />
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<p><strong>38. Press Release Writer, State Dental Office, 2010 to 2011<br />
</strong> <strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$18/hour<strong><br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> </strong>Worked for a state dental office as a perma-temp writing press releases, managing Google Groups, and reading dental blogs on Google Reader. Once blared Minor Threat and Fugazi in a state car while travelling 150 miles to do a tech training. Learned the pains of high deductible insurance plans.</p>
<p><strong>39. Americorps, 2011 to the end of June 2012</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$5.05/hour on weeks when I work only 40 hours, which is not illegal if the government calls it a &#8220;living stipend&#8221;<strong><strong><br />
Highlights: </strong></strong>People trusted me to do their taxes for a few months, and when tax season was over, I got really bored. By the end of my service, I will have paid off my student loans (my last remaining debt).<strong><br />
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<strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Screen-shot-2012-06-12-at-1.07.25-PM.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6100" title="marcy marc" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Screen-shot-2012-06-12-at-1.07.25-PM-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>40. Quizzo<br />
Question Writer, 2011</strong><br />
<strong>Payment:</strong> $50 and a lot of beer<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Paid to write rounds of trivia for a trivia night that did not draw much of a crowd. Was eventually sidelined and told the event was going weekly instead of monthly. Was never called back.</p>
<p><em> John Wenz has probably missed a few jobs here or there. He is currently looking for lucky jobs 41 and 42, likely to be worked at the same time. </em></p>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[ by <a href="/user/1205/john-wenz" title="Posts by John Wenz">John Wenz</a>
<p>For most of the 28 years of my life, I’ve pretty much taken up any offer to make money that came my way. Here are 40 jobs that I remember.<br />
<strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/he-looked-good-in-a-dress.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6058" title="you could be a part-time child model" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/he-looked-good-in-a-dress-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>1.  Child model, 1988<br />
Payment: </strong>Unknown<strong><br />
Highlights: </strong>I only have hazy memories of this, but it somehow involved tacky clothes from some store in my hometown mall, which until 2002 was only called “The Mall.” I could not make it as a model now, except maybe in, like, weird bear stuff</p>
<p><strong>2. Local Television Commercial Actor, 1988 to 1992<br />
</strong><strong>Payment: </strong>$50 for one commercial, all others free.<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Started out with Clean City Committee, costarring with a brown kangaroo mascot and other small children in anti-littering commercials. Later drafted to a Crime Stoppers commercial where we were handed crowbars and asked to beat up a car in a junkyard. Once paid $50 for a local pharmacy commercial which involved asking for scientific names of drugs to kindly old man pharmacist. Mom forced me to put it all in savings. I blew right through those savings my freshman year of college.</p>
<p><strong>3. Self-babysitter, 1993 to 1997<br />
</strong><strong>Payment: </strong>$5/night<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> My parents paid me stay home alone and babysit myself while they finished their college degrees with night classes. This was largely a ploy to 1.) make me less terrified of staying home alone by incentivizing it and 2.) make it easier for them so they didn&#8217;t have pick me up at one of my aunts&#8217; houses. Involved watching lots of <em>Unsolved Mysteries</em> and scaring myself shitless.</p>
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<strong>4. Bar Stocker, 1995 to 2002, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$20/day<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> At an age that probably wasn’t entirely appropriate, on select Sundays, ensured  that the coolers at my grandfather’s bar were stocked with beer and, sometimes during the summer<strong>, </strong>cleaned off the beer garden with a power washer. To an 11-year-old kid, $20 was a LOT of money. I have rarely felt the same sort of job fulfillment since.<br />
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<strong>5. Champ Man Mascot, 1996<br />
</strong> <strong>Payment: </strong>I do not recall being paid. Probably chalked up to &#8220;family duty.&#8221;<br />
<strong>Highlights: </strong>My former brother-in-law once was part-owner of a Champion Auto franchise. The day they opened, I served as the store mascot, which involved wearing an oversize Dickies shirt and a large racing flag mask.</p>
<p><strong>6. Brick De-Mortar-er, 1996<br />
Payment: </strong>$.05/brick<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> My parents bought a new house in 1992 with the intent of renovating the entire thing. I was paid to remove the mortar from old bricks so that they could re-use as many of them as possible. This was an absolutely tedious job, and I would only do it until I had $2 or whatever I needed for junk food and comics. There were hundreds of bricks.</p>
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7. Electrical helper, 1997-1999<br />
Payment: </strong>Familial duty, Scout Camp<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Some kids spend their Saturdays mowing the lawn. I spent mine helping my dad rewire our house. There was a loose agreement of payment but also a speech that started, “I’m your father and you live in my house and something something Scout Camp.” There were a lot of tedious hours spent ensuring wire was fed between levels of the house and that electrical outlets, light switches, and light fixtures were properly wired. I’m still surprised I’m not dead.</p>
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<strong>8. Power Raker, 1997 to 2000<br />
Payment: </strong>Cheaper Scout Camp, supposedly<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Like Neil Armstrong, David Lynch, and Watergate felon H.R. Haldeman, I’m an Eagle Scout. In order to raise money for Scout camp every year, my troop did something called “power raking,” which basically involved pulling up a bunch of mulch and cleaning it out of people’s yards. I’m convinced to this day that it was some kind of scam. At any rate, in some way this helped us pay for summer camp. It also ruined a lot of perfectly good spring Saturday mornings for a few years.</p>
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<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/sandlot.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6061" title="you're killing me smalls" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/sandlot-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>9. Tee-ball umpire, Summers of 1998 and 1999<br />
Payment:</strong> $14/game<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Charged with basically saying “safe” or “out,” and learning the important skills of shoulder shrugging when parents protested.</p>
<p><strong>10. &#8220;Proprietor,&#8221; “Landscape Small Business,&#8221; 1998 to 2002<br />
</strong><strong>Payment: </strong>$5 and up (plus tips)<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Mowed lawns for money, mostly my parents and grandparents, but also my mock-trial coach. While driving me home from work one day, apropos of nothing, I had an awkward sex talk with my dad involving the words, “Before you make love to a woman, make sure you love her.&#8221; The week before I went to college, my grandfather tipped me hundreds of dollars, resulting in an accidental date because I didn&#8217;t want to break a $50 on a single movie ticket, so I bought two.<br />
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<p><strong>11. Stage Crew, Local Concert Series, 2000</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>Free concert entry<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Recruited for this gig at my parents&#8217; yard sale. Styx and Dwight Yoakam played. Dwight Yoakam was only artist to need the town name (NORTH PLATTE) written on piece of masking tape on the stage. Secretly got drunk for the first time on vodka. (Sorry, mom.)</p>
<p><strong>12. Store Clerk, Souvenir Store, 2001 to 2002</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>Minimum wage, promoted next summer to 10 cents above minimum wage<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Worked at the same souvenir store where my grandma worked, my mother used to manage, many of my cousins and my sister spent at least one summer clerking, and all the old ladies knew my name. Store featured a hand-carved Miniature Wild West show, a two-headed cow, and a Michelin Man dressed up as a Native stereotype. Spent much of the time talking to my boss about the decline of <em>The X-Files</em> in post-Mulder era.</p>
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<p><strong>13. Law Office Courier, 2001 to 2002<br />
</strong> <strong><strong>Payment:</strong> </strong>$6.25 / hr<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Worked for my attorney uncle delivering papers to the courthouse. Burned some CDs of hold music. Created new filing system out of boredom. Moved a lot of boxes around. Learned the fine art of pretending to be busy surfing the Internet.<br />
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<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/5152194210_d6bd711f98_z.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6109" title="what's a weekend " src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/5152194210_d6bd711f98_z-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>14. Housecleaner, 2002<br />
Payment: </strong>$150/day, usually divided three ways <strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Very short-lived Saturday gig deep cleaning a man&#8217;s home. Job ended when came down the stairs in his underwear after encouraging me to bring more young male friends to his house.</p>
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<p><strong>15. College Newspaper Reporter, 2002 to 2007<br />
Payment: </strong>$12/article, to start <strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Screwed up a lot of stories. Totally nailed some other ones. Proceeded to get bored and do every job they&#8217;d let me do short of redesigning the newspaper.<br />
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<p><strong>16. Sports Score Taker, Local TV station, 2003<br />
Payment: </strong>$8/hour<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Ran the score ticker for area football and basketball games on a local television station. Pretended to care about area sports and sports in general. Would sometimes call rival station to hunt down unknown scores, and the anchors laughed at me for this.</p>
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<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Paula-40yr.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6062" title="kelly clarkson" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Paula-40yr-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>17. Electronics Salesman, Sears, 2003<br />
Payment:</strong> $6.50/hour base pay, plus commission (rarely earned)<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Sold electronics. At Sears. Didn&#8217;t do it very well and rarely made above commission, but did learn the intricate mechanisms of various televisions and camcorders. Signed up for in-store credit cards, which I didn&#8217;t pay off until 2009. Ruined credit score and experienced first bonafide panic attack.</p>
<p><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1325" title="walletfavicon" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/walletfavicon.jpg" alt="" width="20" height="17" /></a></p>
<p><strong>18. School Closings Intern, Local TV station, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$8/hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Ran the school weather closings ticker for same station I once took sports scores for. Got up at 3 a.m. to get to work by 4. Was bad at this. On days when schools were not closed, wrote secretly inappropriate web headlines to Associated Press wire stories and learned video editing. Discovered Wikipedia.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/earlyedition1-041.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-5911" title="WHERE IS THE CAT " src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/earlyedition1-041-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>19. Web Intern, Local Newspaper, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$10/hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Job one of the Four Job Summer of 2004, which, when not working, was spent with ill-gained beer obtained by a friend with a fake ID and plenty of terrible movies. Uploaded paper’s content to the web. I got proofs of paper the night before it comes out, and joked that I was living the TV show <em>Early Edition.</em> Created terrible Photoshops for a web feature summarizing  the night&#8217;s TV offerings.</p>
<p><strong>20. Security Guard, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$8/hour<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Job two of the Four Job Summer of 2004. Security guarded at power plants and high schools hit by tornadoes that summer. Secretly spent most of each shift devouring various books. Lamented that instead of a gun, I was forced to fend off would-be intruders with a Mag Light. Got to wear a goofy uniform.</p>
<p><strong>21. Blockbuster Clerk, 2004<br />
Payment:</strong> $8/hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Job three of the Four Job Summer of 2004. Showed up to interview 15 minutes late and still got the job. Was the best part-time job ever because: free rentals and the opportunity to cultivate my own my own Blockbuster Recommendations shelf.</p>
<p><strong>22. Freelance Writer, 2004 to present<br />
Payment: </strong>$.07/word to start, haven&#8217;t gotten much past that<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Job four of the Four Job Summer of 2004. My first assignments were covering local music, and I branched out into other topics.<br />
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<p><strong>23. Features Intern, 2005<br />
Payment: </strong>$12 / hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Moved to Arkansas for this internship, and did surprisingly well, despite these actual pitches: “How many deadly spiders are in Arkansas?”; “I wonder if anyone here draws comic books &#8230;” ; “Please pay me to review fireworks.” Got an A1 story covering the Miss Arkansas pageant when the theme was “A Salute to Billy Joel.&#8221; Discovered the distinct joys of Arkansas&#8217; drive thru liquor, lax open container laws (as long as I was sitting shotgun), and Waffle House.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gwh.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6054" title="how do you like them apples" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gwh-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>24. Wiki Site Editor, 2004<br />
Payment: </strong>$12/hour, theoretically<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>For three days, worked for the math department as a web editor despite having failed college algebra repeatedly. Showed up to the job interview with a mohawk. Did not know what I was doing. Quit pathetically by email by basically throwing my hands in the air and giving up because of my inability to generate a file type (or anything else) correctly.</p>
<p><strong>25. Barnes and Noble Bookseller, 2005 to 2006</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$6.25 / hour<strong><br />
</strong><strong>Highlights:</strong> Worked at Barnes and Noble as  a “bookseller” after nearly flunking out of college. Spent most of my time working the register alone. Experienced weird world of competitive low wage work places. Quit to “devote more time to my studies.” Used employee discount to buy regrettable books of Bukowski poetry.<br />
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<p><strong>26. Student Film Maker, 2005 to 2006<br />
Payment: </strong>$100<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Made two student films, entered them in student film competitions, won second place in both. One was a Burger King commercial parody in which the Burger King King steals the kidneys of Ronald McDonald, the other involved sock puppet zombies. Both can still be found on YouTube. I&#8217;m not linking to them.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/magic-mike.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6055" title="magic mike" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/magic-mike-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>27. Stripper, 2005<br />
Payment: </strong>Six-pack of Old Style.<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Was paid a six-pack of beer to dress up in my old security guard uniform and take off my shirt while dancing and lip-synching to R. Kelly at a bachelorette party. Drank all six beers in order to bring myself to be able to take off my shirt and dance/lip-synch to R. Kelly at a bachelorette party.<br />
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<p><strong>28. Dorm Desk Clerk, 2006 to 2007</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment:</strong></strong> $8 / hour<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Checked students into dorms. Watched many <em>X-Files</em> reruns. Only fell asleep once (a fireable offense), but it was thankfully only for like, two minutes.</p>
<p><strong>29. Staff Assistant at state banking regulation office, 2007</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$10.15 / hour, -$75<strong><br />
Highlights: </strong>Wrote some really awful, truly terrible rejection letters to would-be stock brokers in the state of Nebraska. Often realized after the fact that they were full of clerical errors (ADD makes things hard). Lost a key fob and had to pay $75.<br />
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<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gestapo.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6056" title="he was there obvz" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gestapo-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>30. Phone Center, 2007 to 2008<br />
Payment: </strong>$9/hour, plus employee discount<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Moved to Philadelphia with the intent of becoming an awesome web designer or writer or both. Instead worked at a catalog call center taking orders for doo-wop re-recordings, $5 monster movies, and softcore porn (one memorable title: <em>The Gestapos Last Orgy).</em></p>
<p><strong>31. Internship at media reform organization, 2008<br />
Payment: </strong>$6.25/hour<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Went from placing porn orders to lobbying congress for a fairer media. Drank a lot of coffee because that’s what people on campaigns do. Grew my first beard.</p>
<p><strong>32. Ghost Tour Guide, 2008</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$12/hour, infrequently<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Applied to be a ghost-tour guide not realizing that most of the job was handing out flyers to tourists, not giving ghost tours.</p>
<p><strong><strong>33. Data entry for a union, 2008<br />
Payment: </strong></strong>$14/hour<br />
<strong>Highlights: </strong>After data-entry project ended, they were nice to enough to make up random tasks for me to do so that I could stay employed for another month.<br />
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<strong><strong>34. Website monkey, Criminal justice non-profit, 2008 to 2010</strong></strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$42,000/year<strong><strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> </strong>Did website monkey stuff. Kept track of statistics on executions and other criminal justice statistics. Made a Real Adult Salary while also Wasting It By Paying Rent In Washington, DC. Managed to pay off credit card debt and medical debt from an uninsured appendicitis scare. After realizing living in Washington, D.C. and not being overly self important were mutually exclusive, quit and moved.</p>
<p><strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/bookie.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6057" title="bookie" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/bookie-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>35. Betting Ticket Writer, Horse Track, 2010 to 2011<br />
Payment: </strong>$8/hour<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Worked 15 hours a week writing betting tickets for horse racing.  The job became significantly more fun once it wasn&#8217;t my only source of income. I learned to dread the smell of beer and cigarettes on customer’s breath on 100 degree days. Also learned how to gamble to infrequent success. Spent meager tips on really pathetic groceries (corn tortillas, cans of beans).</p>
<p><strong>36. Paint Stocker, Box Hardware Store, 2010<br />
Payment: </strong>$7.85/hour, minus cost of uniform vest, box cutter, and tape measure<strong><br />
Highlights:</strong> Worked exactly one night of training and one morning stocking paint at a place that wasn’t Home Depot or Lowes. Got a better job the afternoon of my first day and left a rambling, apologetic voicemail that I wouldn’t be back Monday.</p>
<p><strong>37. Invoice Processor, State Gambling Office, 2010<br />
Payment: </strong>$12/hour<strong><br />
Highlights: </strong>While still working at a horse track, also worked for a state office processing invoices for gambling counselors. The irony was not lost on me.<br />
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<p><strong>38. Press Release Writer, State Dental Office, 2010 to 2011<br />
</strong> <strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$18/hour<strong><br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> </strong>Worked for a state dental office as a perma-temp writing press releases, managing Google Groups, and reading dental blogs on Google Reader. Once blared Minor Threat and Fugazi in a state car while travelling 150 miles to do a tech training. Learned the pains of high deductible insurance plans.</p>
<p><strong>39. Americorps, 2011 to the end of June 2012</strong><br />
<strong><strong>Payment: </strong></strong>$5.05/hour on weeks when I work only 40 hours, which is not illegal if the government calls it a &#8220;living stipend&#8221;<strong><strong><br />
Highlights: </strong></strong>People trusted me to do their taxes for a few months, and when tax season was over, I got really bored. By the end of my service, I will have paid off my student loans (my last remaining debt).<strong><br />
</strong><br />
<strong><a href="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Screen-shot-2012-06-12-at-1.07.25-PM.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6100" title="marcy marc" src="http://thebillfold.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Screen-shot-2012-06-12-at-1.07.25-PM-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>40. Quizzo<br />
Question Writer, 2011</strong><br />
<strong>Payment:</strong> $50 and a lot of beer<br />
<strong>Highlights:</strong> Paid to write rounds of trivia for a trivia night that did not draw much of a crowd. Was eventually sidelined and told the event was going weekly instead of monthly. Was never called back.</p>
<p><em> John Wenz has probably missed a few jobs here or there. He is currently looking for lucky jobs 41 and 42, likely to be worked at the same time. </em></p>

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