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 I’m always up for. Talk about a sweet gig. It’s basically a controlled pillage.
For starters, it’s guaranteed the pad you’ll look after is way nicer than the ones you’re used to living in (people don’t hire house-sitters to make sure nothing happens to their dump while they’re away). It’s like a mini-vacation that you get paid for!
Second, the job requires no skill. Basically – other than familiarizing yourself with the couch, the refrigerator and the Hi-Def channels for the flat screen – all you have to do is recline.
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