Notice that though he had done an excellent job of working like heck until his very last breath, God thought the dalai lama pretty cheeky to ask for a holiday.

So he got my life as rebirth and gave me a real good reason to never work much at all all my life: i could not deal with anyone's nastiness at work. Working sent me in infinite replay of my day at night, after each work day. Later, by 27, i could not make a real living anymore but tried french tutoring for a few years and worked all the time. Until I burned out. Later still major traumas totally made me incapacitated for any any work whastoever. i tried working: for a few shifts in poor women shleters. Never could keep it and always quit.