She wasn’t making $5465 a month. She hadn’t been making $5465 a month for a long time. She didn’t know how bad things were, exactly, but that was mostly because she was too afraid to find out.
She got up earlier. She took her laptop to bed with her. If it was a matter of working harder, she would work harder.
Who could she tell? They were all so proud of her, especially her nephew. “My mother’s sister gets paid over $87 per hour working from home with 2 kids at home. I never thought I’d be able to do it but she earns over 10k a month doing this and she convinced me to try. The potential with this is endless.” That’s what he told everyone. “She earns over 10K a month doing this,” he told all his friends, eyes bright with the promise of money. “That’s more than $87 per hour.”
They had never been particularly close before this, which is what made it all the more painful now. He had a role model. “She makes $82/h while she’s traveling the world. Last week she worked by her laptop in Rome, Monti Carlo and finally Paris…This week she’s back in the USA. All she does are easy tasks from this one cool site. Check it out.” But she hadn’t been in Paris, nor Rome, nor Monte. He can’t even spell Monte Carlo. He shouldn’t be dropping out of school to work from home. You have to tell him. You can’t let this go on. She’d been at home, not answering the door, because they shut off the power in her apartment for eight days. Told everyone she’d be in Europe. Lived off of non-refrigerated pudding cups and a bag of already-popped popcorn. This is the life.
Where had the money gone? Where was the money going? “She loves her job, since she’s been bringing in $82h… She sits at home, music playing while she works in front of my new iMac that I got now that I’m making it online.” She’d sold the Mac. For less than it was worth, too. ”She’s so happy.” What would she say, anyhow? It’s all been a lie? Would she ask them for money? How could she, after the rosy picture she’d painted for them of her music-playing, Paris-hopping, eighty-two-dollars-an-hour life?
“I quit working at shoprite and now I make $35h – $80h…how? I’m working online! My work didn’t exactly make me happy so I decided to take a chance on something new… after 4 years it was so hard to quit my day job but now I couldn’t be happier.” Her mother had been right. You have a good thing going at the Shop-Rite. Why not work from home part time, just in case things don’t work out? At the time, this had seemed like the rankest undermining. Now she’d wonder if they’d be willing to take her back if she agreed to a reduced salary.
“Oh, my God, Rosie!” Christ. Is that Tricia? It was. “How are you? What have you been doing with yourself? No one ever sees you anymore. Are you in hiding?”
“I’m great.” Smile bigger. Match hers. “I’m working from home these days. Making over 10K a month, actually. Never been happier. I’m doing great. Really great.”
Tags: internet spam fan fiction, making ends meet, the lies we tell each other to save face, working from home
Yes! Finally I learn the real story behind all those comments!
<3 thank you, Mallory.
Well now I’m depressed, the bubble has been burst and my dream of stuffing envelopes to supplement my income has been replaced with visions of pudding cups and top ramen.
I would HAPPILY live on pudding and ramen. Sign me up!
Yeah but do you want to get on the pudding cup and ramen path via the stuffing envelopes route…
OR
Go that path by taking the “I have a job that pays me real money AND I eat this; fuck off” route?
I’ve been in both situations, trust me the second way always wins out because – key point – you get to choose which kind of pudding or “flavor packet” of ramen with the having job + money. The first way you only get butterscotch cause it’s on always 2-for-1, and the shrimp ramen is too pricey.
This has convinced me that I definitely need more “internet spam fan fiction” in my life.
John, what a grate article. You brought up many interesting point. Hey I started a new job working from home last year at this site (foidmc.comsdlk.f;slidmv./ ) and I’m making $$10000000h, you should try it.
Mallory, please share the real story of the mom who found the one weird secret to erasing wrinkles and her subsequent persecution by murderous, vengeful plastic surgeons.
Way ahead of you: http://www.thegloss.com/2013/02/16/beauty/this-lo…
*weeps tears of joy
The tags for this spoke to my inner depths.
Am I being a master of the obvious by pointing out that a mother’s sister is usually called an Aunt?
But what IS that one weird tip to remove belly fat? How weird is the tip? What is it a tip of? Where does the belly fat go?
Probably the Adipose.
I love you.
Probably the Adipose.
This is so brilliant! When will we get the sad tale of desperation and obsession that lies beneath one person’s yearning for Male Gamers Only?
I’m sure you are joking, but on the off-chance you are not: http://the-toast.net/2013/10/15/male-gamers/
Actually, I was an infrequent visitor who only recently signed up to comment because spam fanfiction is fantastic.
I missed that, but that is like WHOA.
She should try this one weird trick.