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Sleeping on your mother’s couch is not what it’s cracked up to be. Especially if you are a middle-aged man. This is why getting a job is a great idea. With a job you can buy your own couch, have it delivered to your own house and sleep on it on your own time (just make sure you wake up early enough to get to work).
Having your own couch in your own house has other perks, too. You won’t embarrass your mother when you kiss your girlfriend on the cheek. You can sit on the arm rest with your shoes on the cushion (eating saucy kung pao chicken with chopsticks no less) without a fuss. And you can drool like a mad man (or woman) while you sleep–and never clean it up.
None of this could happen, however, if you didn’t have a job.
Sounds simple enough, right? Get a job. But it’s not. Getting a job is hard. Getting a job that you love is even harder. And if you are a dreamer/loafer like me then getting a great job you love is like the absolute hardest thing to do in the entire universe.
See why I loved my mother’s couch so much?
It’s not an utterly helpless situation, though. In the last twenty years or so I’ve managed to get a job and do all sorts of other neat things with my career. And if I can do it, then I’m confident you can, too.
So, from loafer-to-loafer, let me tell you about some of those neat little things I did to get people to give me money–and hopefully I can encourage you to get off your mother’s couch and behind a desk or the wheel of an excavator or something useful like that.
And by the way, workaholics need not apply. (Literally! Har har! I kill me!)
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