Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Wherein Bry invests in some risky ventures.

I've been tiring of my hobo ways, but just when I think I've gotten sophisticated and classy, I get pulled back in. I'm pretty sure I bring it on myself.

About a month ago we started getting these pay out bonuses at work for selling membership cards. Because 10,000 people work there and it is split amongst the employees, we get less than $10. I decided to invest mine wisely in some scratch-it lotto tickets.

A little foreshadowing, I'm too lazy to be a gambling addict.

After buying a burrito, I invested the remaining $3 of my payout into some $1 tickets and promptly won $2-3 on each ticket. So I invested the winnings again. And promptly won some more. And again. And won some more.

On about my fourth trip to the Plaid Pantry, I started to get tired of the whole scenario. Part of me was all "But what if you win the big pot?" and the other part of me was all "I'm only a block away from Snuggie. Screw this."

But 30-year olds are supposed to be mature and responsible and I made a commitment and the only way to fulfill it was to go and buy some more lotto tickets.

And win a handful of change and invest again. And again.

The Plaid Pantry girl started giving me dirty looks.

Last night I asked CJ to go for me. Please? I asked, thinking a new hand would spoil the luck.

He bought two tickets, I won $30.

Fuck.

I kept $20, bought 5 more tickets. Won $10. Bought 3 more tickets and...


Thank god, I am down to ONE ticket worth $1.

Which means tomorrow could be my very last day buying scratch-its.

Until next pay day.

When I get another payout.

Fuck.

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