I just naturally hate work. Especially, I hate to be told what to do. My dad had told me you never get anywhere working for the other guy. When I was a teenager, the parents of one of my good friends told me they would finance me to start up any business I wanted to get into. Me? I hate work. When I was given a layoff notice, 2 years after there wasn't another Space Shuttle flight to support, I kept telling myself, I'll be free again as I was before kindergarten. Well I guess it really depends on what you call work. I hate working for the other guy. I love to tinker and do projects on my own. Working for the other guy was just a necessary evil to support my family.