I was a spiritual being. I lived in a world of light. All day long, I wrote my blog without a care in the world. I studied the sacred text and I communed with angels. I was like Peter Pan.
Then one day, father came to me and said, “Son, I want you to go down to earth and live among men. Get a job for a Jew lawyer. Personal injury. Chase ambulances. Pay off credit cards. Do without health insurance. See how the other half lives. And take my message to them.”
And so I went down to earth and worked 9-5 as a secretary. Every day my boss would say to me, “Man, what are you doing here?” And I’d say, “I’m living the dream. I’ve never been happier.”
I worked among lawyers and I passed out my Alexander Technique business cards and did my best to embody observation, inhibition and direction.
One evening I was working late. There was a big party. We weren’t invited. A beautiful woman came by looking for the bathroom. I showed her. The boss had me revise documents multiple times. He said I looked tired.
The woman came back out and walked by.
“Nothing could make me happier,” I said to the boss as I did my final revision. “Well, maybe one thing.”
