A few months ago, I was picking up the children at school. Emily, another mother that I knew well, rushed up to me. She was full of 21 . “Do you know 22 you and I are?” she asked. 23 I could answer, she gave out the reason for her question. She had just returned from renewing her driver’s license at a government office. The woman 24 desk asked her what her “occupation” was. Emily hesitated, 25 how to answer it. “What I mean is,” explained the woman, “do you have a job, or are you just a ...?” “Of course I have a job