Every now and again I’m visited by a terribly unsettling feeling. It’s the feeling that my children know no hardship. Like zero. And it’s hard to escape that nagging sense that this will eventually matter. Like a ton. I’m not trying to sell you a Horatio Alger story about my life - I haven’t risen very high and I probably didn’t come from very low. But I know that the menial jobs of my teen years taught me a few things. I learned how to trade my time for someone else’s money. That seems important. I learned about power and leverage. Because the dishwasher doesn’t have any. When the chef said scrub, I just asked how fast. And most importantly, I learned that kitchens were not for me. So I moved on and soon learned the same for grocery stores. And then corporate office parks. And later even software companies. The list of jobs I can’t stand is still growing.