Working Humans

The humans that live with me (D&D), leave almost everyday and go to a place they call 'work'. I really do not know what they do there, or even where it is. They would be light-hearted one moment; then one of them would say 'we have to be at work at 9:30'. The light-heartedness is gone. I don't know exactly where this 'work' place is. But I am glad I do not have to go to 'work'. I would rather they spend their days playing with me, relaxing, and watching the television. But I do realize that if they didn't go to this work place, they wouldn't have this house and I wouldn't have a home - so maybe this 'work' place isn't such a bad idea. Hmmmmm, maybe they could 'work' at home. That would be the ultimate 'work'. But I do not let them know that I really do not want them to go to work. Because if they didn't - then I would have to. What kind of job would I be hired for? A mouser? A watch-cat? I have no education ... no degree. I would probably end up working for Krogers. Bagging groceries. I would be best suited working in customer service. For I can be just as catty as the customers. And I really have the face for it too. Customer service that is. I can give them my 'does it look like I care', or 'sounds like a personal problem', or 'too bad I'm not doing anything about it' look. Yes, I think I could have a career in customer service.