This company will pay you 30 grand to take time off from work and travel the world

Earn $30,000 to do whatever you want, whether that be traveling to Switzerland, skydiving, or snorkeling in the best sites in Palawan, in exchange for taking a few weeks off work.

STōK Cold Brew Coffee is looking for people to pursue their dreams. $90,000 will be divided among three lucky winners: $10,000 each as a stipend and another $20,000 apiece to cover the cost of their adventures.

All they have to do is document their journey on social media. No academic qualifications are needed, "but impeccable use of the hashtag game is a must." A passion for travel and photography are also considered to be an advantage.

To apply, simply go to QuitYourJobAndGetStoKed.com and submit a maximum 300-word summary of "what you do now for a living and what you wish you were doing if you had $30,000 to do it." Just make sure you read the entire Program Responsibilities and Requirements before you jump in.

Good luck!

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