This post may be rated R/X. Not for the pics I’m going to share (of which there are none). But because of the pics it may conjure up in your head. Consider yourself warned. Proceed at your own risk.
Last night, Zack texted me. ”You wanna make a hundred bucks?”
“Um. No, I don’t think I need a hundred bucks.”
“Well okay then.”
Seriously, who says that?!?!
“Well the drug rep that took wifey’s workplace out to dinner is doing a research study on condoms. It pays a hundred bucks.”
Now, some of you might remember I’m a medical transcriptionist. I also do general type stuff. Like seminar speakers, market research interviews, blah, blah, blah. One time I had a series (think days and days) of market research interviews to transcribe involving homeless people and/or drug addicts in a large metropolitan area who were given some new female condoms to try out. Then report back for questioning. Of all the gross medical type junk I’ve had to transcribe these take the cake. And the pie. And every other possible dessert you can think of. They were graphic. Highly graphic. Literally, sometimes I felt kind of sick. I remember calling my mom almost crying. Every hour or so I had to get away from the madness and decompress somewhere far, far away. Like the T.V. I’m quite certain I downed a few alcoholic beverages when I was finished each evening. It was…bad. Disgusting. But it is life.
So when Zack told me this it conjured up some bad memories. But I had to ask. ”What all does this entail?”
“Wear the coat. Do the deed. Swab your hoo-ha afterwards. Put it in a container to be analyzed. They’re looking for excess residue.” No questions. Thank goodness.
This is where I will end the play by play on our conversation. I will not tell you my decision. If I’ve made one. I will say that I’ve thought it over and some of the thoughts that have come into play are “how far will I go to make a hundred bucks?” and “I have a fresh new IUD so do I really want to do that?” and “why not get paid for something you do anyway?” and “do I have to give this container to my sis-in-law?” and “Biscuit has a birthday coming up and a hundred bucks might come in handy…”.
I will leave it to your imagination. Actually, please don’t. Don’t imagine my decision making process. What I want to know is would you do it? Or if that’s too personal, how far would you go to make a hundred bucks?