If you could work for anyone?

My first instinct to pick myself, immediately. Surely, it would be a total blast to run my own business--I adore coffee and can see myself making daily for a bevy of young college kids who wear very tight tshirts. Occasionally, I could cook the lattes with charming music of some garage band that didn't have enough experience to use swear words yet but knew how to use gel.

But then reality of this dream sets in. I would have to hire every person and then take up the untidy position of firing those who don't work out. I would have to handle all the advertisements, whoring myself to all the nearby college campuses. I could never really go to the beach. Sure, I could GO, but the whole time, I'd be stressing that my assistant manager remembered to tally the credit card bills and someone met the plumber coming in to fix the girls' john.

Still, ilike the idea of working for myself in the sense of writing. An author, even a magazine author has a bit of autonomy. I can make my own deadlines, play with my own creativity, and not have to worry about the employees. Occasionally, I'd have to meet with editors and agents, but overall, I would be the product, not the worker. My heart and brains would be the commodity, not my hands and voices.

That, for me, is the true working environment that I would love to be within.