Eggs for Sale

Lisa opened up the passenger door and stepped in to my car. I could tell she was nervous; she had never done something like this before. The second-hand accounts and website collateral did little to quell her fears today. She clicked her seat belt and we headed to the clinic.

Lisa arrived a few days before the procedure from out of state. She had undergone a smattering of tests to ensure she would be a viable candidate. In addition to compensation for the procedure, the highly-secretive organization paid for her flight, accommodations, and meals.

We reached the clinic at 10:30; there was no turning back now. The preparation from the past few months all came to a head. Lisa met all the criteria, passed all her screens, and was matched with a recipient. She shut the passenger door and walked inside for her appointment.

A friend referred me out for this job. After providing my banking details, I received the donor’s information, as well as, the pick-up and drop-off locations. As this was the first time working together, I requested half of my payment up-front.

An hour later, my phone rang; it was Lisa. I sensed a sign of relief; her voice was clear. I downed the last of my coffee and headed back to the clinic. Inside the car, we talked about the procedure. The doctor put her under anesthesia and she awoke at what felt like minutes later. She felt no pain, no fogginess. Lisa would fly out tomorrow morning and immediately go back to work. After a short car ride, we said our goodbyes. The door shut and I headed to my next job.

Please be home between 9 and 5

“This is a first.” Words I utter to myself quite often working in the gig economy. I received a task to wait on a contractor and furniture delivery guys. The customer would not be home nor would I meet or speak to him.

I turned off the engine and the valet driver approached my vehicle. I had learned to press the latch on the back of my key to separate the vehicle key fob from the rest of my other keys. I handed him the key fob and, in exchange, he gave me my valet ticket. Most of these swanky downtown condos do valet-only and charge a hefty premium to park your car. I headed into the lobby and asked for the keys to apartment 1207.

This felt a lot like a service where you stay in a stranger’s home in exchange for a fee. Inside the apartment, the dirty dishes were piling up and there were papers everywhere. My client had left some money for the valet on the kitchen counter. I pocketed the cash and opened the heavy sliding glass door to the balcony. I sat down in a chair and took in the immaculate view. I wondered how often my client had sat in this very chair. The half-filled ash tray quickly answered my question. I messaged my customer and updated him that I was inside and patiently waiting.

The task went smoothly and I made my way down to the lobby. I signed out of the guest registration and handed back the keys to apartment 1207. I sent the invoice to my client and I was off to my next job.

For the Love of the Chase

Stuart enjoyed collecting. His most recent passion involved the pursuit of craft beer. The secondary market for craft beer followed many previous trends; enthusiasts bought, sold, and traded with each other. Every so often a highly coveted brewery would announce the sale of special, limited release beers. Stuart needed to get his hands on these special releases. While previous pursuits simply required patience and a cold beverage, Stuart couldn’t get himself to undertake the 2,500-mile road trip.

The sale would start at 10am the next morning. Having never had the patience nor the insanity to wait in line for something, I decided that 8am would be a safe time to start queuing. When I arrived, the scene was utter chaos. The line went for blocks past the brewery. The “real” collectors arrived the evening before and camped out; a community sharing some of their favorite beers acquired from past releases. While in line, I met other hustlers that shared tales of camping out for the latest Jordan’s or Yeezy’s. They had sacrificed a night’s sleep to have the opportunity to double or triple their investment. Today’s mission was no different for them.

7 hours later, I carried a heavy, dilapidated box through the sea of people. Hungry, thirsty, and sun burnt, I had completed my task. I promptly shipped the 5 bottles across the country and I was compensated for my time.