One day, after another money argument with my fiance (I currently have two part-time jobs, but full-time employment is elusive), I decided to do something about it. So, like any other computer-literate twenty-something, I ran a Google search, and worked my way through a “25 Unusual Ways to Make Quick Money” blog. Yard sale? We already sold all our non-essential stuff. Part-time job? Check. Egg donation? Not on your life. Besides, we’re Catholic. We may not be good Catholics, but we’re not that far gone. I seriously considered plasma donation, and even went as far as to call our local company, but that seemed a little too desperate (and fiance freaked). Mechanical turking? What is that? Hey, I could do this! And that was that … I started turking. My very first job was a little odd, as I was supposed to decide how soft porn images made me feel. But I got into the swing of things. Now, every night while we watch TV, I turk during commercials. I’ve transcribed elementary children’s scrawl, written articles about wolf evolution, rated bumper sticker phrases, and submitted travel tips for Cancun (even though I’ve never been there–shh, don’t tell.) I’m not exactly rolling in cash, but I’ve made enough money to buy a few things I’d been wanting but couldn’t rationalize paying for out of our regular income. Some task are actually pretty fun, and it’s money I couldn’t make any other way. I am a Mechanical Turk! Yay!