Due to the current global recession, I lost my job last year. For five months I tried hard but was not successful in finding a job of my choice. I was working as a manager in a reputed firm, but the jobs that were available to me were for a much lesser designation and salary. I was devastated. I went into depression. Life seemed worthless. My situation deteriorated so much that I had to take medical help. Stress levels were high. Finances were low. I’m 31 years old and have been working for the past 10 years. I’d worked very hard to reach the position I’m in and I did not want to compromise on that. Also sitting at home doing nothing was very frustrating as I was used to a busy life. Finally at the beginning of this year a friend of mine introduced me to Mturk. He said since I’m home and I have time on hand, why not give it a try? So I decided to do so. Since then I’ve been working on Mturk about 2-3 hours a day and at least I’m earning something. My time is occupied now and I’m gaining some knowledge. I try and pick interesting tasks and I try to give my best as far as quality goes. I was always very much interested in Psychological experiments so whenever I get a chance to participate in such experiments on Mturk, I always do so. This site is really a like a God-sent for me, because now I’m out of depression and to some extent I give the credit for that to Mturk. I stay busy and I feel I’m doing something productive. Though the amounts I’m earning is definitely nothing compared to what I was earning during my work life, but at least it’s something. Ands like they say “Something is better than nothing”. I’m sure that even when I get a job now, I will continue working on Mturk, solely because I’ve started enjoying it. The concept of this site is great and whoever got the idea to create such a site, where people can earn online, it’s amazing. I wish though that it would pay a little more. Coz if it does, I and many more like me would actually want to consider it as a full time employment option.

Cadence stared out the window of the New Hampshire diner and wondered why she was not heartbreakingly unhappy. The first snow was falling; the flakes melting the instant they touched the ground as if even they could not stand the thought of settling in a place this downtrodden. In reality her surroundings were not depressing. Some people found it majestic (and if she really thought about it Cadence was probably one of them). It was the mousy haired girl glaring into the parking lot as if she could will a different reality out of the salt and sand encrusted pavement that set the other customers in a depressing light. Cadence was 22 and terrified. She had fought mediocrity for as long as had understood its possibilities. Fought it subconsciously in her daily choices of what to eat for breakfast and which t-shirt to wear. Fought it consciously in the classes she took, the opinions she held and the books she read. But at this moment mediocrity seemed to chase her down with an overwhelming velocity. It was as if for 10 years Cadence had been standing still in the exact place it could find her, while thinking she was running away with such speed that she was invisible to it. When she was finally caught it slammed into her with the impact of a felled tree crashing into the overgrown forest floor. It bounced slightly, and hit again to reinforce its arrival.

I am an unemployed college student from Washington trying to scrape up a little cash. I have tried like mad to get a job for over six months but haven’t had any luck except for a few random one of two time gigs. I hoped to be able to use Mechanical Turk to make a decent amount of money, but the well paying hits seem to be few and far between. I often spend hours on the computer every day so I figured I might as well be doing something is remotely productive. I haven’t made too much so far, but every little bit helps right now. Things are looking up for the summer, and I hope to get a full time over the summer so I can make more money and pay for school in the fall, but I will still use Mechanical Turk to get a little extra cash. When I go back to school in the fall I will still use it then too, even if I have a part time job. If I don’t get a job over the summer, I will probably use Mechanical Turk more, though I know it will not provide me with enough money to get by. However, some money I better than none. If I could find more HITs that paid better, I would use Mechanical Turk even more, and I know many other people would as well.

Unemployed student and mom who is desperate for work, that’s my byline. Thanks to an awesome website dedicated to helping people find legitimate online work without being ripped off I am a Turk. I find myself spending long hours looking for enough hits so I can afford a tank of gas but the well paying hits a few and far between. I need to pay my late car note and get a tank of gas, rent a textbook for the summer session and by bread. (sigh) Gosh can’t these pending hits turn over a little faster? I work hard, fast, and thoroughly but it’s not enough. This hard working Turk would be super excited if I could get a call back or even interview from anyone. Minimum wage would be awesome…did I just say awesome about a minimum wage job, I did? See what this economy is doing to me. Wow I’m wasting time aren’t I? I better stop ‘cause a hit is awaiting and I need that .20 for ten minutes of my time which only averages out to .02 cents a minute and $1.20 an hour (sigh again) I’ll do it anyway because the alternative is that I won’t have twenty cents to put in my overdrawn account. I hope Amazon appreciate their Turk’s because we so are not getting any love in our inbox. No thanks for remotely accessing the sweatshop at a cost the higher than I can afford. Oh well back to Turking, Turking, Turking day and night. Signed Your Anonymous Turk in L.A.

Friday night, I go to a gas station, and I get a water cup. I’m on my way back to my spot when all of a sudden a cop car stops in front of me and flashes its lights. I don’t know what is going on so I slow down. All of a sudden a cop gets out. “Down on the ground and spread them!” I hear him cocking a gun. So I get down on the ground with my hands spread where the cops can see them. Then the cop says, “We’ll tell you what is going on when we’re done.” Then other cop cars show up and other cops rush towards me and they cuff me. I’m thinking that they are just going to arrest me for the hell of it. Then one cop said, “You are not under arrest we’re just detaining you. We’re going to run your I.D. and check your stuff to see if everything is all right. There has been a phone call about a black man walking around carrying a gun and you fit the description.” So they check my stuff and find that I don’t have a gun. After that, they help me up and tell me the whole situation. “There has been a report about a black man carrying a gun walking around on this street and you fit the description.” They then ask me “Did you see anyone else walking on this street?” I said “No.” They said, “We had to check you and make sure you weren’t dangerous. The guy with the gun, no telling what kind of mindset he has.” I said, “I hope you catch him, because what if I ran into him instead of you guys…” So they let me go and I make it to my usual spot. I’m playing the whole sequence over in my head and going over everything that was said. I realize two possibilities. The first being that this incident is on the other side of town. The second was that someone made a false report on me. I focused on the second possibility because I realize I’m not well liked in my area. As of right now I am very sick to my stomach. My feeling is if it is a false report, I better not find out who is making these calls. But another possibility is that it is on the other side of town and someone called 911 and was vague, possibly out of being endangered and the cops were checking all suspects who happen to resemble the description.

I am working on Amazon Turk to make extra money with which to use as part of my down payment and closing costs for my new home purchase that I plan to make towards the end of this year. My husband and I can not wait to buy our first starter home and to begin a little family of our own. I am 22, have a great career, and married my husband 2 years ago. We have been together since I was only 13 years old.

Hi I’m Mal. I love my collage days because of cultural programs. The same thing i hate too, because i can’t attend my classes. I use to be in stage always. A special notice will go to our class teacher’s for permission. We are six girls important for collage cultural dances.Our collage is new to our city, trough this cultural programs only it got famous. So always our collage gives importance to dance. Especially our state cultural dance is the specialty. Its really interesting and harder dance too. I use to avoid this dance first but my collage V.P won’t allow me. By compulsion i continued this good dance. We stayed in 2nd price when compared to all other elder collages. This was really great to us. I was selected in my collage for an inter collage competition. It was a group dance. All other people come from other collages but we belong to same university. This was my unforgettable remembrance in my life. I got lot of stress on this dance practice. But at last we are the 1st in our country.I’m so proud of it to share with you all.Thank you. Try harder, you will achieve

This is the story of an errand boy that at an early age lost his parents and learned to survive on his own facing tragical challenges. Because he was an errand learned to dominate every creature surrounding him. For example he would not get stung by bees. He would play with the most disgusted gross animal and it would not harm him. Neighbors ignored him. It seemed like he did not exits. He was invisible to the world.The crosseyed boy was repugnant to look at. He would tell unbelievable stories that no one can’t even imagine. The boy signed up for school His absences were over board. When he took the passing test He scored a hundred. His classmate told his mother. The mother regardless the kind of boy accepted him as her son’s friend expecting that the boy would influence her son academicaly. At the end of the year her son fail and The Boy graduated. He became an expert in computer technology. This is a true story. I cannot be more explicit sharing it. If I share it with you my treasure box will be broken.

So for the last three nights I have had the most vivid, confusing dreams, they’ve actually led me to consider buying one if those silly dream dictionaries. I think I’ve probably been having them because I’m going through the home buying process right now. A few of the main points though… I had this little baby bird that kept following me. It wasn’t some beautiful exotic bird, just a little robbin like creature. But everytime I saw anyone they would try and step on the little bird! Especially one person who began chasing me to get to the bird. It was weird, weird weird. I drove off in to the mountains to try and be alone. When I say alone I mean with Bailey, and the bird. (No Ian???) Now, this one particular person was still looking for me, I kept getting this ominous feeling that she was going to kill my little bird. I kept seeing her driving looking for us all. She was so angry. We kept moving to keep away. Then, I decided I would confront her, and I met her with a knife?!? She tried again to kill the bird. I put it at her throat and yelled at her (O.o;;;) to leave us all alone. She wouldn’t stop trying to hurt the bird so I did something terrible. O.o And as she laid there all I felt was relief. Weird.

I can’t decide whether or not I want to have children. I’m turning 29 in less than two months and have been married for over three years. We bought this house, this new construction duplex, almost two years ago and finally got our first tax bill. It’s $6,000 per year. Our mortgage payments have shot up, and life in general is just getting more and more expensive. How do people afford living and having a baby? Isn’t day care about a grand per month? And, honestly, am I emotionally and mentally equipped to take care of a new born? Maybe, maybe not. I have, however, started to realize that I’m not getting any younger, and if my 29th birthday came this soon after my 28th birthday, then my 30th is literally right around the corner. And if I am going to have kids, I want to start now. But I’m indecisive. It’s a big decision, earth shattering, and I kind of wish someone would just tell me what to do. Have kids, you’ll love having a family, everything will be fine, you’ll regret it if you don’t. Or, don’t have kids, you can’t afford them, they will be miserable, soul-sucking little monsters, and you will never have anything just for yourself ever, ever again.