Sep 03, 2008 16:27
OH MY GOD someone up there loves me hard.
I have spent all morning on the internet looking for jobs, looking over my finances and stressing about how the fuck I'm going to pay my rent. My phone rings, I answer it and it's a guy from a PR company who's currently working for the RAF. He found my details on the REPs website and says am I available to work this Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Yes, yes I am. I mean, erm, I'd have to shuffle a few things around y'know but I may be able to make myself available.
So I'm working 7 hours each day for three consecutive days, overseeing some kind of fun fitness test thing trying to get people to sign up for the RAF. OK so it's completely unethical and totally against my morals, but if I don't do it someone else will.
"So on the last project similar to this one, we paid £125 a day. What do you usually charge?"
"Well my usuall rate is £40-£50, but for this kind of work I could give you a better rate. I would have to ask a minimum of £175 a day."
"OK well I'm sure that shouldn't be a problem..."
Am now waiting for an email with more information and a phonecall about arranging my payment of £525.
Wahay.
Who needs morals when you have rent to pay...