That's the question that drove me to try out other things that are indoors and much easier to do. I interned at my mom's work for $100 a month. My insurance actually forced me into it, and their dumb rules make it impossible for me to make any actual money. At least I don't have to pay taxes, but I can't save more than $2000 in a bank account, unless I want to lose my insurance. If I lose my insurance, I wouldn't live long. 

My work involves filing papers in the basement of the mansion my mom works at. It's quiet and away from everyone else, but it is lonely, and it does get old pretty fast. At least I know how to do the work well and efficiently, so I can get out sooner than later. However, as of now, I'm still getting paid, but there is no work for me. So, I just get $100 a month for free, which actually makes me feel pretty bad. I want to work if I'm gonna get paid, even if my boss doesn't care if I work or not. I still find my current job pretty boring and easy (when the job is actually there for me), but it's a job I should have if I get too sick to work out on the tractor. With CF, I never know when the next infection will pop up. 

I expressed this worry to my dad, who suggested that we should combine the jobs together if I was that worried. At first, I didn't really understand what he meant. Filing papers alone in a creepy basement and working outside on a tractor are two completely different and unrelated jobs. What would combine the two together and still pay me pretty well? Well, my dad's answer to that was, working a forklift in a warehouse. 

I've never thought of that before, let alone even sat in a forklift before, but it makes sense. I could spend my days driving a forklift around a warehouse, stocking shelves and moving things from place to place. I would still be away from most people and be indoors, but at least I'd be driving around in something that's a little like a tractor. Sure, I wouldn't be outside everyday helping to build things, but at the same time, I wouldn't be stuck in one place for too long. I guess I'll just have to take my dad's offer to train me, and see how I like it. 

I find myself getting bored and jittery after two hours of filing papers in the dungeon (I mean basement), because I don't go anywhere except from the stack of papers on one side of the room, to the filing cabinet on the other side. I work under bright office lights in a brick, windowless room underground, with only music and podcasts to keep me company. I couldn't do it much longer than I do it now. There's no way in hell.