Corbbin G.

I hovered over the "buy points" button, then quickly moved the cursor away. It was nearly midnight, but I needed to make rent somehow. I looked at the success stories page again, quickly, then let out a sigh of relief. "I'll be one of them," I thought. "Who wouldn't want to hire me to walk their dogs?"

I figured if I put in all my money, I would have enough money from all of the jobs I would be getting.

I messaged every person available in my area. I spent 10-15 minutes on each message, hammering out each phrase, peering over each word, a keen eye on my grammar and spelling. I wanted each message to be carefully hand-crafted to win over the eyes of everyone looking at it.

I hit send, once again. My computer screen was the only light on the ever-growing rings I now had around my eyes. I waited, as my crappy DSL internet puttered away, only to be redirected to the "please buy more points" page.

I looked back at my credit card, sitting on my desk, stared at it for a moment, then put it away and close my computer.

Fast-forward, two months later.

Just as I had been doing, (and I should mention, doing religiously) I opened up my mailbox only to see the messages I had sent to jobs in my area, with no responses.

My landlady was at least understanding and allowed me to walk her two dogs 3 times a week to make rent. All I had to do, all along, was walk to the other room, knock on the door, and ask for the job I needed!

I have since put my money in a better place; the local casino, and so far I've won a brand new, almost neon Ferrari, to match the rainboots I would have been using to walk dogs.