Last summer (August 2, 2007) this column pointed out what a drag it is helping people move. It was a subtle message to whoever was reading: Stop asking me to haul your crap all the time. It worked. No one has.
House-sitting, on the other hand, is a favor Iím always up for. Talk about a sweet gig. Itís basically a controlled pillage.
For starters, itís guaranteed the pad youíll look after is way nicer than the ones youíre used to living in (people donít hire house-sitters to make sure nothing happens to their dump while theyíre away). Itís like a mini-vacation that you get paid for!
Second, the job requires no skill. Basically Ė other than familiarizing yourself with the couch, the refrigerator and the Hi-Def channels for the flat screen Ė all you have to do is recline.