Has this ever happened to you? You have some habit, some peccadillo, that you think makes you different from other people. And then you are reading this or that and find out that it isn’t just you … it’s everyone. Like me wearing the same shirt three or four days in a row to cut down on laundry. What a nice guy I am! What a good husband!
And then I find out that almost all married guys do that.
Advertisers know this about us. They know that we like to think we are unique. Hell, they know everything about us. That’s why advertising works. They know more about us than we know about ourselves.
So here is what is unique about me: I am self-employed. The people I do work for don’t own me. So I am free.
This happened in 1986, when I was 36. I’m almost 60 now. I didn’t plan it – my boss, Mary Alice Fortin, could not stand me almost as much as I could not stand her. I had five kids to feed, so she did me a favor – she cut me loose, but she gave me a big client to get me over the hump, the Mayo Clinic. They are big and sophisticated, and they surely did not need a land grant BS like me, but they allowed me to oversee the oil and gas properties that she had given them. This allowed me to pay the bills while I developed a practice of my own. I owe my freedom to that lady who disliked me so much, and before she left Montana, I told her so and thanked her. We never spoke again, and continued to dislike each other.
I didn’t know what I had. I didn’t understand anything. My very first day of self-employment, April 1, 1986, I got up, showered, shaved, put on a jacket and tie and went to my little office and just sat there. I had a computer, I had a client, and I had time. I thought that I must still behave as an employed person would, punching a time clock, being diligent … work work work.
It did not go smoothly, I depended far too much on Mayo, but did manage to find other clients, one big, most small. In essence, I was simply lucky. There were many times when I scoured the want ads looking for a suitable job. But the truth was that I had been cut loose. I was no longer part of the employment world. The thought of employment – the security of a paycheck and health insurance, was alluring and depressing all at once.
In short order after April 1, 1986, I lost my political bearings, abandoning the right wing. My wife divorced me, and hard as that was, it had to happen. And I left the Catholic Church, taking my kids with me.
I won’t bore you further. The question is, am I unique? If all of my other experiences in life are any gauge, the answer is no. I am more like everyone than everyone. Anyone in my shoes, give anyone that kind of freedom, would finally develop into a fuller, richer, happier person.
So I write stuff here that is kind of a meandering and long shot across the bow of people who are still mired in employment, and, as with the post below, it can be harsh. I criticize people who behave exactly as I behaved as an employed person. I was harder to get along with than most, but I do not kid myself. I had my mind right. They broke me, as Luke would say. I believed as I must believe to maintain my existence.
So, after the nasty exchange below, I say to Mr. Kemmick, and from long ago, Mr. Crisp, that I don’t envy you your position. I know how hard it is. I know what it is to be bought. That sounds, I know, like a resounding backhanded slap. It is, and it isn’t. It just is. That’s the way most of us live.
Anyway, I’m done for the week, and we have fun stuff to do, and dammit it, if it keeps on being fun, we’ll just keep right on doing it through Monday … Tuesday …. here’s something I didn’t realize when I was employed. We don’t need to work so long and hard as we do. That too is a control mechanism. Too much free time is not a good thing for the servant of wealth …
My final thought on passage into yet more delightful freedom:

By the way, if there is such a thing as karma, now would be the time.