Friends with Benefits

I just made half of my monthly income in 6.5 hours. It's not what you are thinking. Ok, maybe it is.

Since I have put myself on a strict budget (less my Vegas escapades), I have been on the no fun bus. Let me reassure you the no fun bus, is NO fun. In trying to keep with the stay too busy to spend mentality, I went for a hike with one of my friends last week. He must have mentioned going out or happy hour, because immediately I caught myself apologizing for being extremely broke and no fun. He said no worries and that I was doing the right thing by saving money.

Later that night I got a text from him:
"Want to make $800- $1000 for about 5-6 hours worth of work?"

WAIT. What?! I'm not going to lie I probably stared at my phone for like 5 minutes. Was this a joke?

No, I don't want to make a shit load of money in a day. That would really suck. What I really want is to get paid slave labor wages and work in a button factory. Can you make that happen? Because then we TOTALLY have a deal.

Pause. WRONG.

I wrote back:

"Hells, to the yes. Sign me up, I don't care what I have to do."

The following response was probably even more shocking than the initial offer:

"Awesome, you'll just be helping me install and update computer software for some of my clients."

Huh? Come again? Did you mean to text me? This is Jillian. Yah, I studied Comm and Professional Writing in college... we didn't do the whole computer thing.

He assures me this is fine, that its super easy and mostly just tedious-- he'll even write me up directions.

I am still somewhat skeptical that I might single-handedly take out an entire office building with my lack of computer savvy, but I say ok. I mean, I had to. So, I cleared my schedule for this Sunday and at 7:30am I got up, drove to the office building downtown and started uninstalling software, installing new software, checking for updates, downloading, installing, restarting. Over and over and over again. And, then I did it all again.

When we finally start wrapping things up, he writes me a check and puts it next to my bag. I try to play it cool, don't get excited Jillian, be a mature adult. Thank him.

Actual: "Thank you"
Thinking: HOLY FREAKING SHIIIIIITTTTTTT.


Then the unthinkable happened. He thanked me. Me! I am honestly still floored by this whole thing.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.

Over and Out, Jildo.