I got hired at an onion farm in Walla Walla to sort moldy ones, but the real gig was dumping rotten bins into the compost pit. After 6 months I could nail the exact 3-second pause before tipping so the slurry splashes perfectly, and that landed me a side job at a mushroom farm. Has anyone else found a weird rhythm in a gross task that actually became a skill?
Got paid $75 to hold a spot outside a pop-up shop, but the client showed up 4 hours late with a therapy llama in tow. Apparently the store was for llama-themed merch and she needed pics for her blog. Has anyone else's side gig spiral into animal handling duty?
Tbh I took this side job in Portland tasting espresso blends for a local roaster, thinking it would turn me into a snob. Instead, after 60 cups in 3 days, I realized I couldn't tell the difference between a $28 bag and the stuff from the 7-Eleven. What changed my mind was watching the roaster himself grab a styrofoam cup from the break room machine during our final round. He said, 'The best coffee is the one you drink without thinking about it.' Now I save $200 a month and my mornings are 10 minutes faster. Has anyone else had a weird job that killed the hype for the thing you loved?