Not so much what I did for money but more what I did when I had no money.
In the 2nd year at university a good chunk of time was supposed to be spent on a work experience placement. All 4 of my housemates had found placements on newspapers in their local town. I, stupidly, went for a placement in the next town over from my university. It meant a train journey but I really wanted to go work for South Yorkshire police for some reason.

The first couple of weeks went fine until I realised that I had no money for train fare and food. I decided that I'd buy a rail pass for the remainder of my placement and just eat whatever I could find in the house.

What I found was 10 boxes of sage and onion stuffing mix. For six weeks I lasted on what could colourfully be described as falafel.

My flatmates all returned from their placements looking jolly and positively rotund on the banquets they'd enjoyed living at home. I'd lost about 2 stone and had the pallor of a cancer patient with Aids.
(durtydriscoll, Fri 11 Jul 2014, 0:02, 4 replies)

I bet you ate until you were stuffed.

( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Fri 11 Jul 2014, 12:44, closed)

But he's more sage about the experience now.

(zebideedoodah likes florence but prefers venice, Fri 11 Jul 2014, 13:56, closed)

Sounds like a bit of an old chestnut to me.

( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Fri 11 Jul 2014, 14:02, closed)

You should have learned how to shoplift.
Then you could have had experience with the South Yorkshire police from the other side.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Fri 11 Jul 2014, 18:37, closed)