My friend Jack had a take on this very thing. His take was so brilliant, in fact, at least in my opinion, that I am going to attempt to quote him to the best of my memory. This happened a few months ago, after he had been promoted to Head Bartender at a relatively new bar down here in ole Key West. He was going off to us about his friends back in his home state of Connecticut:
My friends back home are always asking me, "When are you going to get a real job?" But you know what? Not only am I happy to be doing what I am doing, I am also making more money than most of them. And a lot of them don't even like what they are doing. I love what I am doing. I don't push papers for a living. And my schedule is flexible. And I don't have to wear a tie. And I live in freakin' Key West. And so now I get to tell them I DO have a real job, and it's better than their so-called "real" job...and to fuck off with their judgmental shit.
Jack later moved back home.
We miss Jack down here.
My friends back home are always asking me, "When are you going to get a real job?" But you know what? Not only am I happy to be doing what I am doing, I am also making more money than most of them. And a lot of them don't even like what they are doing. I love what I am doing. I don't push papers for a living. And my schedule is flexible. And I don't have to wear a tie. And I live in freakin' Key West. And so now I get to tell them I DO have a real job, and it's better than their so-called "real" job...and to fuck off with their judgmental shit.
Jack later moved back home.
We miss Jack down here.

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