Another boring day at work counting cash, taking checks, swiping cards. It’s all rather dull really. I kind of hate it and I’ve day dreamed about quitting more than once.

I ponder this as I count yet another stack of $1 bills. Some of them have odd stains on them… disgusting.

My gaze wanders to the young woman standing in front of me. Is she a stripper? A waitress? No way to know.

The bills are ro...