From my office window, I watch my neighbors and wonder what life choices allow them to do yard work all day and hire someone to paint the house. Import-export biz? Seriously, who has that kind of time and money?
Meanwhile, they probably see my car out front and shake their heads. "What do you think she does all day?" they ask one another. "She's sitting inside sipping Jack from a bottle and talking to her cat all day while their yard turns into a wildlife refuge."
When I held service jobs I reserved great contempt for those out lunching with friends, drinking coffee, shopping, or getting massages mid-day. Who were these people frolicking freely within the 9-to-5? Didn't they belong at work?
Now that I count myself among the self-employed, those day-frolickers are my people. The scorn hath vanished. Make way for curiosity, suspicion and tale-spinning - all in good fun. I suspect we're all judging one another to be independently wealthy, lazy or both.
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