worth. We can go from nobody to somebody and back to nobody so easily. Right now, I’m a somebody. I’m the controller of one of the larger businesses in my community. Today I’m going for an expensive lunch with the agent of our insurance company—he’ll be paying and I can order whatever I want. He’ll laugh at my jokes. He’ll care what I think. But if I lose this job tomorrow, the next time we have lunch I’ll probably pay—if we have lunch at all. My job makes me somebody—in this world. My lack of a job makes