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I worked all day today for less than what I made per day in 1985, at my second-ever transcription job. I hang by a thread to my rental home (already lost home I owned) and belongings, as do so many others...each day I force my gnarled and painful fingers to their respective limits, well beyond their limitations, eeking out just another hour...this hour for the cat's food, another hour to pay the internet bill, so I can work another hour...and so on. I remember when I was in my mid 20's, I had an older friend who told her husband what I was doing for a living, typing at home. He was aghast! He couldn't believe that a smart, young, beautiful woman (his words) was sitting at home, typing for a living. I always remember this response, though I heard it only second-hand, as it struck a chord, even then, although I vehemently defended my actions, or life's choice, at the time, naturally. It made perfect sense at the time, for a variety of highly defendable reasons, to 'work at home,' didn't it? Didn't it? Didn't it once make sense?