On Monday Erin and I are moving to Las Vegas. We figure it'll be fun for a few months. We get mixed reactions when we tell people what we're doing. For some reason, not having a job lined up or a place to live makes some people think we don't know what we're doing. Yeah, we probably don't.... but who cares! Las Vegas is one of the fastest growing cities in America. It can't be too difficult to find a job. Ideally, I'd like to be a cocktail waitress or work in event programming. If for some strange reason I can't land my top two choices, I have a couple backups.
Backup number one: Creative panhandling. There's always a fresh batch of tourists coming in, so I can be the crazy lady they've heard stories about. It'll be a novelty to toss me a quarter. I can have signs such as, "No money for food -- had to eat my baby. Give me money or I'll eat yours." I'll look psychotic and start gnawing on people's arms and legs if I'm being ignored.
Backup number two: Car repossession. I figure tow trucks for repos are pretty common in Vegas. Locals probably see dozens of their gambling-addicted neighbors get their cars dragged away each week. I can pose as a repo company and start whisking away autos before anyone's the wiser. Then I'll sell them on ebay.
Backup number three: Rob a casino. Now, I saw Ocean's 11 so I know how tough it is to steal from a casino. The Bellagio will lock me in a room with some hired muscle who'll beat the hell out of me. So, rather than rob the casino, I'll rob one of the high rollers sitting in the casino. As long as I'm quick, they can't catch me. It's not the casino's money (yet), so how much can they really care?
Backup number four: A professional gambler. I'll read one of those how-to books written by some guy who isn't allowed in the casinos anymore because he's just that good. I'll learn how to card count and I'll memorize the best odds on craps.