How I Became Lazy

And why you should, too

Photo by Drew Coffman on Unsplash

I’m no stranger to hard work. I’ve worked a range of backbreaking jobs, from lawn care, in which I hacked apart tree stumps and ripped up Virginia creepers, to maid services, in which I scrubbed floors like Cinderella and cleaned up pile after pile of cat vomit. I’ve worked retail, in which my poor feet kept me standing for hours while entitled customers’ spittle flew into my face. I’ve…