We fear change

At a party at my place on Saturday, a bunch of us toasted multiple times to "not working," and to all of the complexities associated with admitting to such a station in life.

These days, people assume that you're "not working" if you don't have a 9-to-5 job that you mildly enjoy.

Have a flexible schedule? Like your job? Work for yourself?

You're crazy! You can't possibly have a real job, like the rest of us do.

I can't count the number of times people have referred to my occasional contract gigs as "real jobs" or "real work" -- and its implications are starting to piss me off. I'll put things into perspective: moving to New York and having a 40-hour work week is my version of a break. It's *much* less work than what I do during most of the year.

And what is it that I do, again?

Oh yeah. I don't work.