Why can’t an intelligent creative person with BP hold a job?
These are the reasons I've heard--have you heard others?
Because the work is too stressful and leads to depression.
Because the work is too exciting and leads to mania.
Because the boss is an idiot and doesn’t know what he’s doing.
Because everyone there is just plain stupid.
Because work is SO beneath me.
Because the hours are too long.
Because the hours are too short.
Because the hours are too early.
Because the hours are too late.
Because I can go in whenever I wants, but I never want.
Because life is too short.
Because it doesn’t pay enough.
Because it isn’t meaningful.
Because work isn’t fun.
Because the other workers aren’t taking it seriously.
Because everyone is too serious.
Because another employee was looking at me funny.
Because another employee was looking at my wife.
Because I don’t feel like it.
Because the whole material thing is just too…
Because they are all out to get me.
Because they know I know more than they do and they are afraid I’ll take their job.
Because I’m overqualified.
Because it’s not in my field.
Because I’m too depressed.
Because I’m too tired.
Because I have better things to do.
Because I’m too good for that.
Because I made a perfectly good suggestion and the boss didn’t do it.
Because the boss is a jerk and I told him so.
Because it’s Monday.
Are you kidding?!?
Off the top of my head, those are the most popular reasons. Troy hasn’t had a regular job in ten years. I was supposed to be a stay-at-home mom and he was supposed to be the breadwinner. Now I’m working full time, raising teenagers full time, and trying desperately to keep the house in some semblance of order while he is the main bread eater. We are expecting a hearing for disability soon. If some bureaucrat tells me that my husband is not disabled, I just might have my own little psychotic break and toss him gently out the nearest window—bulletproof glass notwithstanding. Se la vie.