Redefining Side Hustle
The vending machines at work are so expensive and so infrequently stocked that I buy a few multipacks of snacks and leave them in my desk. A few of the other guys in the office buy snacks from me (at cost), and then a few more join in. Suddenly, I get requests to stock other items, and then, before I know it, I’m running a fully-stocked tuck shop.
I only charge what it costs for me to buy items, but when a bar costs, say, 19p from a multipack, most people round up. I’m not making any real money, but it probably covers more than my petrol.
One day, my boss pulls me into his office.
Boss: “We’ve had a concern raised about you running some sort of racket.”
Me: “You mean the tuck shop? I would hardly call it a racket.”
Boss: “I’ve been told it’s more of a business, being run on company time. There was something about exclusion or—” *reading from a paper* “—an all-boys club?”
Me: “I have food at my desk, and people come by on their breaks and pay the cost price for what they want. I’ve told [Female Coworker] that if she wants to join in, she can, but I’m not buying a mini-fridge out of my own money to suit her.”
Boss: “Hang on, I didn’t say any names. Okay, I think I need to see this for myself.”
We go back to my desk. My desk gets emptied in front of everyone, and I have to admit there is a lot of food. I volunteer the ledger, the price list, and all emails related to it.
My boss goes through everything, returns it to me, and leaves, saying something about checking with Human Resources.
I hear nothing for weeks until the senior HR manager comes into the office and is pointed to me.
HR Manager: “Are you [My Name]?”
Me: “Yes.”
HR Manager: “Do you have any salt and vinegar crisps?”
Me: *Pauses* “Sure, what brand?”
HR Manager: *Laughing* “What brand?! Oh, you’re being serious. Any will be fine.”
Just like that, he became one of the most frequent customers. He would often stop to chat and we got on really well. I know [Female Coworker] lied to get me in trouble, but it certainly didn’t work!