I'd rather have fun at a job. If your job ain't fun, why work? So I'd rather be an exclusive escort if it's only the last job in the world. I'd be exclusively available to hot female teenagers, women in their 20's and sexy MILFs. I love to have sex, they want to have sex, and I can earn a little moolah by the side. Perfect.
I attended a 2-day web programmers' seminar where they are to raffle off a 19-inch Toshiba LCD TV at the end of the seminar (which comprised 70% of the reason I attended, I wanted it to further pimp up my room).
At the seminar I noticed that they gave 3 raffle tickets if you buy an entrance ticket (no raffle ticket buying), so I drove home, pleaded to my girlfriend and managed to convince three of her friends and three of my friends to attend the seminar with me for free (I paid the registration fee for all of them, and a Yellow Cab group dinner on my tab) so I can have a better chance of grabbing that prize with 24 tickets. There are about 40 people in that seminar, so I had at best a 20% chance of winning.
Sadly I ended up with a new white PSP Slim and a stand fan. It sucked big time, and me and my friends ended up drowning up the shit with beer and pizzas.