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OK, so here's an idea I had for a new business concept: microjobs. Instead of people working at one job, what if we employed people with a series of small jobs? Could this help small business more effectively control their labor costs and give workers more variety and challenge?

Ideally, microjobs would be:

portable, not capital or resource intensive, simple concepts, utilizing partners instead of employees (think lemonade stand as opposed to amazon.com), local first, scaling to where business can be done, able to start up fast and shut down fast if necessary and with little requirements for offices and other expensive trappings.

Flaws that I can think of so far with this idea:

1) There is still a need for a stable, seasoned, knowledgable worker (you don't want your brain surgeon moonlighting as a bartender) in some vocations.

2) Without some sort of national health care insurance, these people could be as screwed as they would be working at a single low wage job, either paying for expensive insurance out of their pockets, or not paying and flirting with financial disaster.

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