i just deposited some cans yesterday (it was a very crazy experience this time, but i'll write on that tonight). i made $6.50 and bought a $1 lotto ticket.
i haven't scratched the ticket yet because i'm planning to do it on my birthday tomorrow, hopefully i'll get some extra luck from it.
update: The lotto ticket was a dud.
Showing posts with label Canning that heat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canning that heat. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Canning that heat: thieves in the night
Alright, so this Saturday has been a very big deal. While doing this project, i’ve experienced aspects of business networking, time management, the works; but today i had my first taste of competition. A rival student (i won’t name names {Rico}) slipped into my house in the heat of the morning and “cleaned” my house for me, namely by collecting all of my hard earned cans!
i received a phone call from this fellow hunter while i was working, so the call was ignored, but i resolved to call him back. During my lunch, i give this guy a call to discover that his reason for calling earlier was to inquire about cleaning the cans from the party at my pad last night for the MESIA club. i said “hell no,” and in response, the unnamed individual {Rico} revealed he had already been into my pad and done the deed. Bummer.
The day dragged on and i received a text while still at work, this time from one of my frequent house clients giving me the inside scoop on a couple bags of cans at his house. i was excited about this because it sounded like these fellows had a pretty good haul with my name on it. So i get out of work at 5, and in my foolishness, i buy two slices of pie from Sabarro’s at the mall (i used my “anticipated” can money, as well as a little of the left over 5 from the previous night). Two slices of pepperoni and a Dr. Pepper to be exact, totaling in $7.50! “WHAT?!” i exclaim, still in my loud and obnoxious build-a bear voice, the cashier gave me a puzzled look as i tried to sweet talk her into giving me some kind of discount. “I don’t make the prices” she retorts, ya but you do take my money…burn.
Anyway the pizza was filling, and i get on the move to start out my Saturday. Due to my family being down for the weekend and the hustle and bustle of things, i wasn’t able to get to the house to reel in the aluminum. Still under this “umbrella” of anticipated can money, i go out to a party with intentions of doing a Sunday morning salvaging.
At the party, i’m hanging with an individual by the name of Tom, the roommate of the one who called me earlier. i tell him the story bout how the unnamed character {Rico} collected my booze money, and how i was planning on swinging to his place the next day. While i told this story, his eyes got a little wider...
i received a phone call from this fellow hunter while i was working, so the call was ignored, but i resolved to call him back. During my lunch, i give this guy a call to discover that his reason for calling earlier was to inquire about cleaning the cans from the party at my pad last night for the MESIA club. i said “hell no,” and in response, the unnamed individual {Rico} revealed he had already been into my pad and done the deed. Bummer.
The day dragged on and i received a text while still at work, this time from one of my frequent house clients giving me the inside scoop on a couple bags of cans at his house. i was excited about this because it sounded like these fellows had a pretty good haul with my name on it. So i get out of work at 5, and in my foolishness, i buy two slices of pie from Sabarro’s at the mall (i used my “anticipated” can money, as well as a little of the left over 5 from the previous night). Two slices of pepperoni and a Dr. Pepper to be exact, totaling in $7.50! “WHAT?!” i exclaim, still in my loud and obnoxious build-a bear voice, the cashier gave me a puzzled look as i tried to sweet talk her into giving me some kind of discount. “I don’t make the prices” she retorts, ya but you do take my money…burn.
Anyway the pizza was filling, and i get on the move to start out my Saturday. Due to my family being down for the weekend and the hustle and bustle of things, i wasn’t able to get to the house to reel in the aluminum. Still under this “umbrella” of anticipated can money, i go out to a party with intentions of doing a Sunday morning salvaging.
At the party, i’m hanging with an individual by the name of Tom, the roommate of the one who called me earlier. i tell him the story bout how the unnamed character {Rico} collected my booze money, and how i was planning on swinging to his place the next day. While i told this story, his eyes got a little wider...
Canning that heat: business exchanges
A lot has happened this week, so let’s get caught up. To begin with, we take a stroll back to Monday, September 29.
Monday was a long day of thinking about can collecting, with little/no activity towards actually doing it. Earlier that day, i received some Intel about a treasure chest of cans with my name on it, but i just didn’t get around to it. Rather than doing homework or getting work done, i found myself caught in a rap trance. My beats and rhymes were flowing smoothly and i just couldn’t get any work done due to a continual flow of unconscious rhymes within any homework i attempted. i decided to let the can collecting wait until the next day and channeled my groove. i was going to post some of the verses but felt that so much comes through presentation and merely writing it would not represent accordingly (i’m going to record it soon and link it up here). Maybe i’ll write my next post in verse.
Jumping back to the aluminum aspect, my muse resulted in someone else depositing that treasure chest with my name on it. i lost a good 10 bucks, but abasetnza bene.
Let’s hit the time machine again and jump to Friday, the 2nd of October and the 9th year of 2000. Today i received another can call and went to a house for a pickup, this time i did not procrastinate.
It worked out real well and got about $5.20 from the deposits.
With my $5.20, i decided to start my night by journeying to the store to buy beer. i get there around 10 and push through the mounds of people to get to the beverage coolers. While i was in the back picking my weapon of choice, a chick approached me.
“Are you 21?”
“No, but i’m buying these, point to my beer, anyway.”
“Sweet, do you think you can pick up some stuff for me and my friend?”
And being aware of budget and opportunity, i reply “Sure, but can you buy me a Joose?”
“Sure.”
Score.
But little did i know that her single “friend” consisted of three dudes, three chicks, frenzicly loading me up with various drinks. By the time i got to the counter i had a 40oz Budweiser, a Joose, and at least 8 other cans and 40’s. Anyways, the total came to $28, and since they were obviously freshmen, they were all paranoid not letting the cashier see them give me. Once i got to the counter i counted the loot; $37 to cover it all, which meant they were paying for my 40 too.
Although some bleeding heart might be against buying for minors, i’m a minor as well and we had a mutually beneficial exchange.
The night continued, leading to a party and a discussion of this project (which opened up a “can” of possibilities). Recently, my project has gained some street publicity and i was asked by multiple people to go clean their house and get rid of cans. i am defiantly going to use this to my advantage and with a steady couple of houses, i might be able to start collecting double digit figures each week.
Monday was a long day of thinking about can collecting, with little/no activity towards actually doing it. Earlier that day, i received some Intel about a treasure chest of cans with my name on it, but i just didn’t get around to it. Rather than doing homework or getting work done, i found myself caught in a rap trance. My beats and rhymes were flowing smoothly and i just couldn’t get any work done due to a continual flow of unconscious rhymes within any homework i attempted. i decided to let the can collecting wait until the next day and channeled my groove. i was going to post some of the verses but felt that so much comes through presentation and merely writing it would not represent accordingly (i’m going to record it soon and link it up here). Maybe i’ll write my next post in verse.
Jumping back to the aluminum aspect, my muse resulted in someone else depositing that treasure chest with my name on it. i lost a good 10 bucks, but abasetnza bene.
Let’s hit the time machine again and jump to Friday, the 2nd of October and the 9th year of 2000. Today i received another can call and went to a house for a pickup, this time i did not procrastinate.
It worked out real well and got about $5.20 from the deposits.
With my $5.20, i decided to start my night by journeying to the store to buy beer. i get there around 10 and push through the mounds of people to get to the beverage coolers. While i was in the back picking my weapon of choice, a chick approached me.
“Are you 21?”
“No, but i’m buying these, point to my beer, anyway.”
“Sweet, do you think you can pick up some stuff for me and my friend?”
And being aware of budget and opportunity, i reply “Sure, but can you buy me a Joose?”
“Sure.”
Score.
But little did i know that her single “friend” consisted of three dudes, three chicks, frenzicly loading me up with various drinks. By the time i got to the counter i had a 40oz Budweiser, a Joose, and at least 8 other cans and 40’s. Anyways, the total came to $28, and since they were obviously freshmen, they were all paranoid not letting the cashier see them give me. Once i got to the counter i counted the loot; $37 to cover it all, which meant they were paying for my 40 too.
Although some bleeding heart might be against buying for minors, i’m a minor as well and we had a mutually beneficial exchange.
The night continued, leading to a party and a discussion of this project (which opened up a “can” of possibilities). Recently, my project has gained some street publicity and i was asked by multiple people to go clean their house and get rid of cans. i am defiantly going to use this to my advantage and with a steady couple of houses, i might be able to start collecting double digit figures each week.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Canning that heat: heating up
The first night of fun based on my can harvest yielded fruitful (i've been playing some Farmville lately). Today is Saturday and last night was my first night on the "can" budget.
Let's recount the steps:
It is Saturday afternoon, as if watching a movie, i find my character seated at the library and on his second job of the day ( Build-a-Bear started at 10).
He still hasn't slept from the night before and his mind is still expecting to drive to a political rally in Troy after he gets out of the library.
It's going to be a full 72 hour day...the beef patty was a good investment.
Let's recount the steps:
- i started with $12.10 at the beginning of my weekend, 10 pm, Friday night, after a long day of promoting the Jonas Brothers' dog premiere at Build-a-Bear (where i work). The gig wasn't bad, stand out feature of the night: An older woman picked out a dog and named her "Jezebel." Being a well-brought up catholic school child (and assuming she would get the joke), i asked if her dog was going to be an adulteress queen. i was expecting a laugh but recieved a disgruntled look, what do you expect to come to mind with the name Jezebel?! Harlots now-a-days....
- Around 11ish i met up with some of my friends and in an attempt to be economical, i split a 30 rack of keystone 3 ways. It ended up being $6 each and tax but i was living pretty high with my double digit earnings and threw in $7 in order to cover tax.
- The night of debauchery unraveled and i forgot to keep the empties, a $1.50 waste.
- i spent another $4.30 on a Game cigar and a beef patty special at K2. At this point, i was semi-aware that i was spending a little to much money, so i asked the chief to fill it up with the sauces (a creamy mix of hot sauce and Italian dressing) for a "more-bang for your buck" meal.
$12.10-7=5.10.
$5.10 -4.30=.80
Down to $0.80 for the 26th.It is Saturday afternoon, as if watching a movie, i find my character seated at the library and on his second job of the day ( Build-a-Bear started at 10).
He still hasn't slept from the night before and his mind is still expecting to drive to a political rally in Troy after he gets out of the library.
It's going to be a full 72 hour day...the beef patty was a good investment.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Canning that heat: pay pay numero uno
With my car load of cans (yes, i am using a car for transport, but my mom will need it back eventually, so i will be getting down with a shopping cart soon enough) i journey to Price Chopper.
i was going to make the first deposit on Tuesday, i rolled up around 5ish, but there was a long line, so i decided to leave the cans in my car and return the next day.
Round two, can time.
i unload the cans, get them all set up in a shopping cart (even tie a bag around the handle) and push the cart from my car through the parking lot.
i don't know if your familiar with novelty soda, but there is a certin kind that comes in green bottles and bumblebees/hornets/wasps/honeybees are drawn to the stuff like crack. For example, i've seen 5-6 bees trap themselves in the bottle within a 5 hour time span.
i have a few of these bee-bottles in my shopping cart.
As i said, it was about 5, a beautiful day and i'm pushing my shopping cart to the deposit station when this bee starts buzzing around. i don't really care, he's zipping around the bags and i start depositing.
About ten minutes into it, i get to the bottom of the shopping cart. i'm working pretty hard, i'm in the zone when i get to a green bottle and SWOOSH, the bumble from outside (he was actually a wasp) flies out at me, obviously pissed, and starts circling around my head. i'm a freaking coward and run outside flapping my hands.
After a couple seconds, i recompose myself, collect my deposit stubs and make a sweet $12.10 for next weekend.
DEPOSIT TIPS:
-Try to deposit the cans/bottles in a row so you don't end up with $.05 stubs (if you wait too long, the machine will automatically print out the slip).
-Wash your hands after.
-Be weary of 3/4 full Coors bottles, they tend to splash all over your hands (it happend to me 3 times).
-Wash your hands after.
i was going to make the first deposit on Tuesday, i rolled up around 5ish, but there was a long line, so i decided to leave the cans in my car and return the next day.
Round two, can time.
i unload the cans, get them all set up in a shopping cart (even tie a bag around the handle) and push the cart from my car through the parking lot.
i don't know if your familiar with novelty soda, but there is a certin kind that comes in green bottles and bumblebees/hornets/wasps/honeybees are drawn to the stuff like crack. For example, i've seen 5-6 bees trap themselves in the bottle within a 5 hour time span.
i have a few of these bee-bottles in my shopping cart.
As i said, it was about 5, a beautiful day and i'm pushing my shopping cart to the deposit station when this bee starts buzzing around. i don't really care, he's zipping around the bags and i start depositing.
About ten minutes into it, i get to the bottom of the shopping cart. i'm working pretty hard, i'm in the zone when i get to a green bottle and SWOOSH, the bumble from outside (he was actually a wasp) flies out at me, obviously pissed, and starts circling around my head. i'm a freaking coward and run outside flapping my hands.
After a couple seconds, i recompose myself, collect my deposit stubs and make a sweet $12.10 for next weekend.
DEPOSIT TIPS:
-Try to deposit the cans/bottles in a row so you don't end up with $.05 stubs (if you wait too long, the machine will automatically print out the slip).
-Wash your hands after.
-Be weary of 3/4 full Coors bottles, they tend to splash all over your hands (it happend to me 3 times).
-Wash your hands after.
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