Lied about my age and worked part time in a Shakey’s Pizza at 15. Finally retired at 62 after 47 years of active employment - not all the jobs were “can’t wait to get back to work” affairs but they were jobs. The Left and the racism/sexism/obesity-ism/ageism ditwads have convinced folks that it is more demeaning to work for a living than to leech off others.
I know. Worked fast food and retail from 15 to 17 (graduated early from High School), then joined the Army to see the world and pay for college, due to limited advancement during The Carter Years. *SPIT*
I remember my folks paying 18% on the mortgage and 25% on credit cards! Gas lines. Things really sucked for a youngster, then. It’s exponentially WORSE these days...but in vastly different ways.
Grandpa was responsible for a wife, child and declining father-in-law during The Great Depression. That man worked 3 and 4 jobs at a time - delivering papers, digging ditches, cleaning up after horses, chopping wood, delivering milk, butchering - you name it. It was always a point of PRIDE to him to NEVER have been unemployed when so many were left wanting...because things were ‘beneath them’ to do, LOL!
Oh, and he managed to buy HOUSEFULS of furniture for pennies on the dollar and resell it. That’s where I get my love of antiques - because I have a few wonderful pieces thanks to him! :)
I like to think I got my work ethic from him, though unlike you, I’ve ONLY been steadily employed for 40 years now. Then I’m going to retire and farm for a living...until I run out of money, LOL! :)