That’s humorous to me. Growing up in a family of miners, farmers and steel workers, I see working for myself as being free.
I had a daily Boston Globe route starting at 14 and kept it until I could get hired at the local Supermarket that had a Union
my dad was thrilled and thought I had a bright future in management after college
for 6 years in hindsight, that was the worst job I ever had . Promotions based on longevity and upward mobility reliant on company expansion and attrition.
Freedom is owning the power to allocate your own time with your own best interests in mind
despite the setbacks, aggravation, and disappointments along the way it beats the living shit out of parking behind a retail building for 40 years and staring at a clock until you’re allowed to leave
when discussions about retirement arise on weekends with some friends, I like to ask “ so how much time you got left?”
to the month, most know their release date
sounds like prison to me