Johannesburg’s finest part-time superhero team, Paws-R-Us, dabbles in philanthropy alongside regular jobs and weekend markets.
Their noble quest? Giving tail-wagging fitness and smiles to over 200 rescue dogs while seeking forever homes for their pawed protégés. Plus, they sell thoughtful knick-knacks, like lost marbles and crisis-enduring strings. Join the Dog Walker Volunteer Programme or drop a shiny bone (donation) to turn their cause into a paw-sitive success!
Pause before downing that cup of coffee; the path as a contributor for Captain Words isn’t the tranquil $8-per-1000-word utopia.
While there’s the appeal of remote work and flexible schedules, crafting 10,000 words while managing household chores isn’t suited for the timid or those with shaky internet connections.
Amidst project challenges and occasional hunger pangs, you delve into the realms of iGaming, diamonds, and the unanticipated challenges of freelancing on the spot.
Aspire for advancement up the ladder and discover a more bountiful treasure trove. Don’t let go of your aspirations, but ensure your day job remains within reach.
Looking for a creative freelancer? Jack of all trades here! I juggle graphic design, photography, adventure, and occasional volunteering. Free on weekends and moonlight hours until 2025. Try me for tiny website designs, but no E-commerce for now, sorry! Old handwork? Refer to the dXine.co.za archives.
When life gives you grounded flights, you turn it into a DIY-adventure at a backpacker’s lodge in East London. Between wrestling with feisty toilet brushes and sipping seaside wines, we built lasting connections, grasping breadmaking, fresh seafood-cooking, and coding between sunshine bathings. Lessons in volunteering? Personal growth and lifelong friendships beat posh vacations. Travel smart, stay safe, and when in doubt, plant a vineyard!
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Remote Wanderlust Life: The Unexpected Twists of Reality Knocks
In this “Who Moved My Cheese?” saga, I revel in the joy of remote labour. But the ticking clock of an ending contract sends the winds of change my way.
New opportunities beckon, but they could be sandwich artists on Etsy or cow milkers on a farm, pay cheques pending.
Meanwhile, my life partner’s inflexibility could land us back in Gauteng, a locale met with a sigh and a shrug. Job-seeking Hein’s skills are vast as the sky.
I’m hoping the universe will toss me more than a stale breadcrumb of hope. Did I mention he was available?