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Mobile And Tablet App Testers - Hiring Now

$25 - $35 per hour   |  Online/Remote Position   |   Flexible

We are currently recruiting new paid app testers to work on the WriteAppReviews.com platform. These are remote positions, meaning that as long as you can work the required hours, you can work from home. The businesses that use our platform are all trying to expand the reach of their apps across all platforms and devices.

Roles: You will be required to download apps to your smartphone or tablet and test out all app features. You will then need to write a short review of your experience and list any faults.

Requirements: You need to have access to at least one of the following; iPhone, iPad, Android Smartphone, Android Tablet

Contract length: No fixed term

Rate: $25 - $35 per hour (Depending on the complexity of the app and detail required for the review)

Skills/background needed:

Must have access to a smartphone or tablet and know how to install and use apps.

Be able to work independently

Ability to closely follow provided steps and instructions

5+ hours availability per week

Reliable internet connection

Hours per week: Flexible.

Location: Remote work online . We are currently expanding the number of remote workers for these positions significantly.

Except… I’m not.

I’m not cruel.

I’m not reactionary.

I’m not unfair. Or unwilling.

I’m not scary. I’m not angry.

I’m not the werewolf in my dreams. The one that lurks, and preys, and waits until I let my guard down to eat away at me.

I don’t demand people’s fear because I’m too afraid I won’t earn their respect.

I have empathy. I have emotional intelligence.

I’m not my father’s daughter.

No. Not at all. Not even a little bit.

Except…I think that maybe I am.

I think about that time when I made a girl cry in middle school because she made me feel small.

Or the time I called my landlord a cunt because she made me feel weak.

How many times have I taken someone’s power

to stop feeling powerless?

I think I am my father’s daughter.

I think he’s in every part of myself that I hate.

I think that maybe he was his father’s son.

I think he’s tried and failed to cope with his monster.

I think I’m destined to repeat the cycle.

But fuck destiny. I’ll create my own.

I’ll scratch and claw away at the monster he's made me until it learns to fear me.

I’ll eat that monster down to its bones.

I’ll swallow it whole.

I am my father’s daughter.

20% of the time: “Hold on. I wrote this? This is fire. This is emotionally devastating in the best way. This scene is dripping with tension. I’m a literary perfectionist. Someone give me a book deal.”