Personally, I would take the meanest nastiest job rather than rely on the largesse of the Government or some other person to take care of me and my family. A guy I know sits at home, unemployed, because he won't take a job that is "beneath him." He's been doing this for about 2 years now, because he can't find a job in his field. His wife works part time, and goes to the blood bank and sells her blood for money so she can support their family. I find it unbelievable that a man could allow such a thing. I would shovel sewage in a toxic waste dump before I allowed such a thing to happen to my family. My mother got me my very first job when I was in 2nd grade. I worked in a Florsheim shoe store on Tuesdays and Thursdays, sweeping, cleaning, polishing, etc. I've had some sort of job (paper routes, retail, etc.) almost continuously ever since. I've had some really bad jobs in my life. Some of the worst were: Installing insulation in commercial buildings in the Arizona heat; Cleaning unbelievably foul restrooms and showers and collecting garbage at a state park; Working on a landscaping crew; Laying asphalt and surfacing tennis courts and tracks; Putting up miles and miles of barbed wire fence. Dismantling old airplane hangers in the middle of a swamp. All of these jobs paid very little. However, they gave me money, a sense of self-reliance, confidence, and a strong desire to go to school and get a job that was more rewarding. The ability and willingness to work is, in my opinion, important whether you need the money or not. Even though I now have the ability to give my children everything they want, I make them get jobs and pay for things themselves. I want them to have pride in their accomplishments, and it means more if you have earned something yourself, rather than having it given to you. However, I also see nothing wrong with working your way into a job you enjoy, and then taking a well-deserved retirement. I hope to retire early. However, I would also like to have a second career as a teacher or perhaps a prosecutor. These are both honorable professions that I chose not to pursue because of financial reasons. I haven't given up on them entirely, however. One recent anecdote regarding work: My son and I drove by a crew of men, trying to repair a broken water line. They were knee deep in mud, digging, sweating, clearly not having fun. My son said, "They must be getting paid lots and lots of money because the work they do is so hard." I let him in on the truth that the more fun your job is, the more money you make, and that the nastiest and least fun jobs get paid the least.