As one of ten children I was always seeking odd jobs in the neighborhood to collect enough change to buy ice cream bars and slushies. I learned quickly which jobs were sucky. Picking up sticks in Mr. Bower's yard was sweaty work, but he paid well. Hauling maggot covered garbage bags for the young mother across the street did not pay so well, but I felt sorry for her. In all of my exploits I felt autonomous. even if it was my conscience leading me to degraded labor I chose it. I learned things like being able to stick to a task until it was completed, but mostly I learned that hard work should pay well, more importantly it should always be my choice.