I couldn’t fall asleep the other night. I was tossing and turning, my mind was wandering, and I inadvertently thought of the perfect job: caretaker for a rich person’s bomb shelter. Duties would include upkeep and maintenance, making sure it’s fully stocked with food, water, and supplies to last a few years. The richer the person, the more perks it would have like movies, books, music, video games, board games, basically anything needed to stave off boredom. That includes plenty of alcohol and hash oil.
The job would pay six figures because it’s a made up position and I think it should pay that much. It would allow for a comfortable lifestyle. Benefits are included of course. Medical, dental, 401(k), all that jazz. The best part is that if the apocalypse ever does happen, you simply take over the bomb shelter and lock the owner out before he can use it. You hunker down and enjoy the underground mansion and wait it out for a few years. Hopefully society will have collapsed and you won’t have to face any repercussions.
Critically Rated at 17/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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