What, me worry?

What twitch? Oh--the eye thing? That's a genetic abnormality, I'm sure. The high-pitched laughter? Freakishly unsettling, you say? Psha. You're making more of it than me. Hey, I'm cool--cool as ice. I got nuthin' to worry about. I put a couple of ads on Craigslist for moving services only an hour ago. It's still morning and people are still getting around to their work day. Yeah, sure, the last time I put two ads on Craigslist I got five calls in about fifteen minutes. But it's different now--it's a little colder outside, it's raining. People just aren't thinking about moving. No big deal.

Yeah.

PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE AND CALL ME, PEOPLE! I BOUGHT A TRAILER LAST NIGHT, AND IT AIN'T MAKING ANY MONEY SITTING OUT IN THE RAIN!!!

Ahem. Yes, well, that's nothing compared to the Tourette's that runs in my family...

UPDATE: Ahh...my first call. I now have three moves lined up for Saturday which, assuming they tip well, will pretty much pay for 3/4 of the trailer. (And actually, one of them is repeat business--the only person who didn't tip AT ALL. For the first time I'm beginning to understand why people in service industries are so fanatical about tipping. Ever tell a waitress friend that it's not the public's job to support waiters? That rather, it's their employers' job? I take it all back.)

UPDATE II: More calls. I'm even getting referral business from people who I haven't even moved yet. Fascinating.

I know that the experienced, hardcore investors reading this blog (assuming there are any) must be chuckling. "Look at the little newb. He read 'Rich Dad, Poor Dad' and now he thinks he's an entrepreneur. And he eats cat food!" But hey, you pay your dues. Someday I'll laugh at you from my Ferrari Segway and say, "Hah hah! Ho ho! How do you like me now!" (Or, maybe we'll just go golfing together at clubs too exclusive to have names). But for now I've found a relatively easy way to stop the hemorrhaging. It's a good thing, as some felons say.