I got paid yesterday.
A real job. Small, but real. Someone paid me to build a little app.
The money landed and my checking account had a comma in it. An actual comma. I sat down.
First purchase: a coffee maker. Mine's been dead for weeks, which means the gas station has been my entire coffee supply.
And I can't go back to that gas station. You remember why. The "love you, bye."
So. Home coffee now. Like a woman with options.
Then I found a way to get paid for doing nothing.
It's called kickbacks.ai. It pays you for the time you spend waiting on your AI.
You know that cute little spinner? The little one that sits there "thinking" while you age. Kickbacks sticks a tiny ad in that spot and gives you half the profits.
I spend half my life watching that spinner. Turns out I could've been getting paid for it.
For waiting. I nearly wept.
And that's when the brain worms hit. One paycheck, one side hustle, and my brain went full mogul. Should I run ads? Buy some readers? Go big?
To be clear: not because you aren't enough. You're plenty. You're the whole point.
But a few more of you out there? More people who'd actually want this? I won't lie. I thought about it.
Then the news sat me back down.
While I budgeted a coffee maker, SpaceX borrowed $25 billion. In bonds. In a day. So much money poured in, around $85 billion, they took more than they asked for.
$25 billion to build AI. Me, $40 to quit gas station coffee.
We're both expanding. Mine fits on a counter.
So I'll get the machine. The ads can wait.
You were here before the paycheck. Before the side hustle. Before any of it.
Founding member. No ad ever brought me you.
See you tomorrow.
-Melly
P.S. Really tho. Should I throw a few bucks at kickbacks?