This is old, but still true, and Labor Day is a great day to explore the topic of The Overworked American. The trend has not reversed since it was written.

Basically, what Juliet B. Schor says is that productivity has soared since the 1940s, and when productivity soars, you can choose to do one of two things: work more, or work less. Europe by and large has chosen to work less. The United States hasn't.

I know ever since I saw a John Cummuta seminar back in November 2004, I've been harping on living cheap and paying off debt as quickly as possible. The goal isn't so much to pile up tons and tons of money. That's just a side-effect. That's not the goal. There's a different goal, and it's actually a lot shorter-term: The goal is to buy freedom.

When I was growing up, Dad almost always carried a beeper. And invariably, when we would go out (on those rare occasions when we did get to go out), that beeper would go off, and Dad would have to find a phone, and more often than not, then Dad had to go away.

Then I grew up and I got a beeper of my own. Back in the '70s, you had to be something really important like a doctor to have a beeper. Today all you have to know is what ctrl-alt-delete means. I guess it was the first time my pager went off in the middle of a date that I knew something was horribly wrong, but I didn't know what to do about it.

It took seven years, but I finally got the answer.

Cummuta's tapes are pretty expensive, but you can go to the library and get a book by Dave Ramsey or David Bach and get the same benefit because all of those guys pretty much say the same thing.

What those guys can't give you is motivation. My wife and I have amassed a library of financial books. In a lot of cases my wife had a conversation with the original owners of the books. They all said the books had good ideas, but it was so hard to do.

Which brings me back to The Overworked American. What Schor doesn't say in that excerpt is that you do have a choice. When your boss comes to you and says you're going to work Labor Day, and not only that, you're also going to work on Saturday and Sunday of that weekend too, and, oh yeah, you'll probably have to stay late on Friday, you'd better believe you have a choice.

Well, assuming you don't have to write a check to the bank for $1,000 every month for that roof over your head, and another check for $400 or $500 every month for those four wheels that get you to work, and another one for the four wheels that get your spouse to work.

When $24,000 of your annual income goes strictly towards transportation and shelter, you will return the call when the beeper goes off. You'll answer the cellular phone (which you pay for) on the first ring if that's what your boss wants. You'll work Labor Day weekend and you'll like it because your boss has you exactly where he wants you.

That's why I've been harping so hard on living within your means. I don't drive a Honda Civic because it's what all the cool kids want to drive. I drive a Honda Civic because it's a reliable car that rarely has to go into the shop, because it gets really good gas mileage, and because I was able to pay it off in two years.

Perhaps more importantly though, I plan to still be driving that Honda Civic on the day I write that final check that pays off the mortgage.

Unless something were to happen to that Honda Civic in the meantime, that is. If that happened, I'd probably go buy a 2000 or a 2001 model and put whatever money was left over towards the house.

You don't have to get a new car every three years, or even every five years. We've been conditioned to trade in our cars every few years, but if we do that, then someone else gets to control our lives. We're slaves to consumerism! Slaves!

And when you can't spend any quality time with your spouse because you're always at work (or working from home), and you don't have the time or energy to pull your own weight at home, and there's all the stress that puts on your marriage, could that have anything to do with why divorce rates are as high as they are?

But if you can drive home every night in your car that you own outright to your house that you own outright and can sit down on your couch that you own outright, guess what? When your boss tells you that you have to work Labor Day, you can say no. Why? Because if your only monthly expenses are medicine and food, if your boss says the f-word (the five-letter one), all that matters is whether the White Castle down the street is hiring because that job will more than cover your expenses while you try to find another regular full-time job.

And that, my friends, is why I'm typing these words on an old 700 MHz computer, why I didn't go out for lunch this afternoon, and why I haven't traded in my four-year-old Honda Civic. The math tells me I can have this house paid off in two and a half years. I don't know if that means I'll find a way to do it in a year and a half, or if it means it'll take closer to four. But I look at it like high school--something with a beginning and a very definite end. In the meantime, there'll be some good things that happen and some bad things. But there will come a day when it will be over.

And on that day, I'll get a taste of the real world.

I don't know about anyone else, but I'm really looking forward to that.