Yesterday I had a teenage girl who works for the neoliberal state panopticon chide me for not working enough hours in recent weeks. a) That's not really something I can control, and b) I think you've not quite got the hang of class warfare. As the most thoroughly middle class person in this dismal town, I am entitled to go about my business as I please. You're only supposed to be harassing people who end their sentences with prepositions. Because you're new to the business of all-pervading behaviour policing, and indeed new to life in general, I'll let you off this time, but get your act together, young lady!