Hung out with the niece this weekend, she's still puzzled that I quit. I know it's because she's got no fun offices to storm anymore. But the fact that she continually frets about it, makes me feel oddly loved and cared for, so I happily indulge. The conversation takes variations of:
I don't understand why you keep quitting. How will you get money?
How do you get money?
From you, and mom and dad sometimes.
See you don't work and you get money, I'll just try that.
But you need lots.
No I don't.
If you get a little bit then I cant get from that... can I?
No.
See, that won't work. Get a job
I'll think about it.
Ok.
What do you like to do...
And we go through her suggestions. Nice mature car conversation.
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