It's hard to travel without spending any money, even when you're little like me. And it makes it a lot more difficult to pick up hotties. So I found me a job.
I considered pickpocketing, but decided there was too much risk of getting caught. I hear it's not such a good thing to be the little guy in the jailhouse shower. So I thought maybe panhandling would be the way to go. Some of those bums on the street actually make as much money as government employees, or so I've been told. But that didn't work out too well either. I staked out a busy streetcorner, but apparently it was some other guy's territory and he didn't take kindly to my intrusion. Boy did he smell bad. So I wasn't inclined to stick around and argue about it. It wasn't all that lucrative anyway. Apparently the passing drivers had a hard time seeing me from their cars. It's tough being short.
It was time to try a legitimate job. There were lots of ads in the paper, and what do you know, I got the first one I applied for...
...at a liquor store! I'm right lucky.
I learned how to strap beer into six packs. It's a lot harder than it looks, but I can do a whole case in a jiffy now.
I stock beer...
...and nick one for myself every now and then.
Working the register is my favorite part of the job. I love gabbing with all the customers, even if some of them smell almost as bad as that bum.
My coworkers are good blokes too.
All in all, not a bad way for a wombat to make a few bucks!
