I offered $100 to a young female journalist to write a guest post on my Forbes blog PINK SLIPPED. This is her story.
I just served three men their dinners, and now they want me to pose. My feet hurt from waiting tables all day, but I respect their wishes and curtsy in my ruffled petticoat. One man takes his camera out and I have to remind him that photos are a dollar. He hands me a sweaty bill and asks if he can be in the photo, too. I straighten my cat ears and stretch my face into a smile.[READ, behind-the-scenes]
Just two more hours, I tell myself.