The thing is, it’s sometimes hard to say what you’d do for $50K, or even $5…
In other words, what you may THINK you’re not willing to do, you might do anyway, if the situation were presented in a different way.
For example: I used to work at a restaurant where the bus tubs were kept in little cubbies that (of course) got grosser than humanly possible over the course of a couple of weeks. The tubs themselves got washed nightly, but the cubbies only got cleaned during “maintenance parties”, monthly affairs where employees could come after-hours to help give the place a thorough scrubbing for extra money (and usually free pizza). Anybody who participated was paid by the hour.
So at one of these shindigs, after I’d been assigned (and completed) the gruelling task of scrubbing out one of those cubbies with the most horrid, flesh-burning chemical known to humankind, my friend Don pointed out that, had someone said, “Hey, I’ll give you two dollars to clean out that cubby,” I’d surely have said “Hell NO!”
Yet, I’d essentially done exactly that, since I was being paid $6 per hour to clean, and it had taken me about 20 minutes to scrub that bad boy down.
Similarly, had someone said to lurker b, “OK, here’s the deal. You spend approximately 2,000 hours in a place where everyone treats you like crap, talks about you behind your back, causes you undue stress and makes all of this your fault, and we’ll give you $50,000”, would s/he have gone for it?
And suppose you were, say, at a swanky business affair in a brand new, hipsky-whipsky, too-cool-for-school restaurant that had the whole city so abuzz it took you a month to get a reservation?
And suppose, as an appetizer, your table was presented with the restaurant’s signature dish, the one that all of the reviewers raved about, the one that cost $75 (but hell, your company’s paying the tab, and you’re really impressing these new clients with your cosmopolitain flair), the one dish that is presented to each table by the Head Chef him/herself?
ANd what if AFTER the appetizer had been consumed, you read an expose about how this “signature dish” was really composed of pig uteri in menstrual sauce (topped with capers and little balls of steamed mongoose poo)?
Guess what? You just ate pig reproductive organs for FREE. Yet, would you have tried it if someone offered you 50 grand?
And while we’re on the subject, how is it that the female organs of a pig are too disgusting to eat, when people eat chit’lins and menudo every day???
