Best Non-Bank Job To Roll Hunt/ Be Exposed To Change

I was going to suggest my job until you said no gas station, so *huff* *goes into her mumbled, patented rant about working way harder and caring more about the customers than the six-figures bozos who run this company bass-ackwards*


I . . . . honestly I have nothing for you. I've spent most of my life being "paid" on the barter system. Good luck, though.

Lonz: 99% of my collection is all out of my drawer. Finds include two IHC, a nice little collection of silver (say maybe 30 pieces total, mostly dimes), a couple of hundred wheats including dates as early as 1913*, a handful of silver certs, some bills from the 1960s, half a dozen buff nickels, a whole bunch of foreigns including a franc from the 1960s, and on one memorable night, I opened three rolls of customer-wrapped quarters to find 38 of 50 State Quarter cameo proofs (apparently undamaged), with four bucks' worth of what are either BU staties or--I suspect--satin proofs. I've found other odd proofs here and there, but that was the motherlode. For a "poor man's collection," I have quite the stash.

Also, a 1922 Peace that someone sold me for ten bucks. It's nice to have regulars who appreciate your hobby.

Finds I have heard of from other clerks in my area who were luckier than me: an entire roll of silver dimes; a Morgan dollar (this is the one I posted when I was just a baby-member--my boss found it, lucky *coughcoughahem*); a $10 silver cert; a "funny quarter that didn't have Washington on it"; a "funny $2 bill" (I suspect it might have been a red seal). This doesn't count whatever small stuff they might stumble over, too.



*This is the oldest I have found. I have a 1911 I've mentioned before, and it is purchased.

Couch cleaner? Diggin through other people's couches for loose change. . Makes me think of that commercial about saving for retirement where the adult kids invite the grandparents over for cookies or something and they are giving them fake back massages bouncing them up and down on the couch so all the change falls out... .

Ice cream van. Kids would never know what they hand you. You could do that during the summer weekends.

During the week, well. Pick a job, do a job. Your specs seem to fit pencil pushers for the gov. Perhaps a call centre supervisor.

Other than that, you could be a *classy* sales assistant for a good brand. A suit seller, for example, or maybe a jeweller. Change...less so, but hey. You're unemployed, I'm sorry to say it, but at this point you dont have much choice.

Lonz, don't laugh too hard. My mom used to work at a comic store and that's how she got her California gold dollar. I hope the kid's Amazing Spiderman issue was worth it to him later.

And, I have to agree with Ben. Beggars can't be choosers. My job before the gas station was as a PR director for an anime convention, and with the credentials I picked up there I could have had a much better job than a gas station--except that there were no jobs. Pick up the crappy job now so at least you're employed--many places won't look at you twice if you're not. Then keep hunting.

One of my investments I got into was coin op washer's and dryers

I supply over 100 to various apartment building's. 70/30 split in my favour and I sort the coinage.

There you go!

Lonz, Etsy is tough as nails. As the old showtune says, you gotta have a gimmick if you wanna make a buck--that's part of why I'm starting up with yarn I found in a closet that I bought years ago (if it doesn't go, I'm out time and not much more). I plan to go live in December and also have a little stockpile of crocheted red ribbons that I'll be selling for a dollar, with 75 cents of every purchase going to an HIV/AIDS organization (haven't decided which yet, but I'm thinking the national organization that folded the Ryan White Foundation into itself seems likely). I was using Etsy as an example of what you can do with some time and a website--not as an end to itself.

None taken, I did the same thing before I signed up. Just remember, you cannot actually talk to the manager if you're doing this! They can't know who you are. The very best response if you get asked if you're a secret shopper is a blink of surprise and the question "What's that?"


This is going to sound ridiculous, but . . . have you looked into Avon? Until he moved back to Washington, my "Avon lady" was actually this kick-butt guy who used to carry samples and catalogues in the storage case on his Harley. If you can sell and you have any knowledge whatsoever of makeup and/or skin care products*, you can do Avon.





*You don't have to be, or present yourself, as gay or metrosexual to demonstrate good knowledge of these. All you have to do is give a spit in a tin can about whether or not you have blackheads and wrinkles, and be willing to spend five minutes a day of your life doing some basic grooming.