Here, and elsewhere too, not having a job isn't necessarily a sign of laziness, discontent, or misfortune. Employment, in some universes, is inversely related to the quality of life.
Take my life today, for example.
I woke up, had a health-conscious peach-mango soy-protein smoothie--one packet out of a whole, expensive, diet-system of packets that my stepfather couldn't bring himself to enjoy, no matter the price. Then, I watched an episode of The Golden Girls while working out at an easy pace on the elliptical machine in the basement gym. There's also a Bowflex there that I'm too afraid to use, though I'm sure I could have flipped through the channels and found an instructive Bowflex infomercial. I certainly wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere.
After taking a shower and walking my mother's hyperactive shih tzu, Barley, I was driven to a spa about a 90-second car ride away for a facial appointment that my mother had scheduled and purchased for me. As my mother points out, there's no reason I shouldn't look as pretty as possible before going back to New York City--you just never know who you're going to meet!
My facialist asked me what I did, and I told her I wasn't working, but that I had just traveled to Greece. She asked me, then, if I was married, or had a boyfriend maybe...
Nope, not involved with a wealthy older man yet, if that's what she was really asking me--but I'm sure as hell living like it today, in this sweet, parallel unemployed universe.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare myself for a dinner-date with an old girlfriend of mine.
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