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Lime Juicers

Until a few days ago, I had no idea that a Lime Juicer was infact person with a specific kind of job. It is a very strange side hustle. 

"..charging scooters involves capturing the scooter, bringing it home with you, and charging it to full battery. To do this, find a scooter that’s available for capture using your Bird or Lime app, go up to the scooter, then scan it using your app. This will unlock the scooter. At this point, you can ride the scooter or just wheel it along with you"

Every turn of phrase in this line of work is gaming oriented. Instead of playing games online, this allows a person to have the gaming experience out in the real world and also make a few bucks along the way. Makes you wonder, if this might be the beginning of the end for jobs that have no gaming quotient at all. More to point, if such jobs will completely fail to attract the talent that is attracted to gigs such as Lime Juicing and Bird Catching.

A related topic is work-life integration and extending childhood and youth forever. Maybe the next few decades will make the boring business of adulthood an irrelevant concept. Everyone can be Peter Pan for life. Minimizing expectations from life, reducing footprint to match does offer degrees of freedom people of my generation and earlier have not experienced. Who is to say that the goals we pursue serve any larger purpose at all. 

To that end, it may be best to live in the moment, catch a Lime to Juice, earn a few bucks to spend at the neighborhood cafe, sit there enjoy the coffee and design a website to pay for a few weeks abroad. Once abroad, soak in the culture mixing gigs with travel. Since there is no time-bound responsibilities back home, no permanent partner or children to raise, no firm plans are needed at all. A person may be able to float around the world for a few years and return home maybe to pursue some new passions. I know a few people who are living a "lite" version of this life already so it must only be a matter of time when this becomes mainstream.

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