The luxury of rest has always been a divine mandate. So, for me, every Saturday afternoon begins 24 hours or more of surcease from labour. I will not work, and if I do, appropriate compensation is made.
I have been offered much to break my Saturday rest, but I still decline to do so. One must respect one's own beliefs, at the very least.
Of all the elements, you are most like Tungsten.
You scored 59 Mass, 20 Electronegativity, 53 Metal, and 10 Radioactivity!
You may buy into the values of society, but you just can't seem to fit into it. You've always been a bit variable in your oxidation states. On the bright side you can withstand extremely high-energy people and environments just as easily as you can survive low-energy ones. You might do comparatively well hanging out with Phosphorus people as a result. In fact, you are probably the best-suited person to try to shape their efforts into something constructive... unfortunately, that would require your actively involving yourself with others, which you are generally loathe to do. The ideal job for you would be working within a nuclear power plant... alone.
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A labour of love is not truly work, is it?
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