There’s nothing quite like Spanish-language television. As I write this I am currently glued to the TV set watching a Univision show, Muevete, in which two female stars dressed in leopard print lingerie and sporting corn chip nail tips play a precarious game of Jenga, as an audience, the band, the hosts, cameramen, and a chorus of bikini-clad show extras look on. The 30-story high Jenga tower finally gets knocked over because during the turn of one of the stars (the older one with the bigger boob job), the table gets mysteriously bumped and shakes the tower down after said celebrity manages to expertly remove the Jenga piece. I think her D-cups created some sort of shockwave that traveled through the air as they swept pass the tower. That’s the only explanation I can think of because she didn’t seem to touch the table otherwise.
Anyway, I know a lot of people who went to Italy this year, which has been making me itchin’ to go to Europe sometime soon. But I’ve always wanted to visit Barcelona to see the architecture and eat a lot of paella. The signs are everywhere telling me to go: I keep seeing random travel articles on Barcelona, and America’s Next Top Model was filmed there. I ate at a Spanish-inspired restaurant called Barca 18 a few months back, and this weekend I ate shrimp, which is an ingredient in paella. I think God’s trying to tell me something.
Which brings me to the real point of this post: How I could fund such travel. The only problem with my Barcelona trip is that I have no money to get there. Or to Africa. Or to the Caribbean. Or to Miami. Or to Canada. (All places that I have enough reason to go to, but not enough funds.) Sigh. So lately I’ve been thinking about getting a part-time job, but at what age are you too old to get a part time job? I mean, like the kind where you’re folding khakis at the Gap or scooping ice cream at Baskin-Robbins? The lazy part of me is totally unmotivated to do work outside of my ten-to-six. The other part of me looks at my bills and panics.
So I’ve been brainstorming ways to come up with some extra cash. Waitress? Dog walker? Babysitter (which I do from time to time already)? Evite-writing consultant? Subway performer? Life coach (like with athletic coaches, life coaches just have to know how to dispense advice, but not take it, right)?
Someone give me suggestions. I’m willing to consider any and all reasonable ideas.
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3 comments:
My college roomate used to sell her plasma. You can do it once a week and it was like 30 dollars each time.
I've also considered selling my eggs, except that it means several mini-me's would then exist, which is a scary thought...
#1: yes, you are too old to have a p/t job per the examples you listed.
#2: i still vote for evite writing consultant. how about professional blogger - or at least get a few cents by allowing advertisements to be listed on your blog. =)
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