To work or not to work?

So,

My ex-boyfriend decided to call me the other day. We politicked a little bit, and then he threw me off completely. He thinks that because we are in a recession, its pointless for me to have a job. Meanwhile his broke mid-30's ass has no job, barely a place to live, and irritable bowel syndrome which costs him $30 a month for prilosec OTC. (Guess who payed for that shit when we were together?). He then continued on his ghetto rant by insulting my intelligence; telling me that my job doesn't pay enough because I don't have the latest "gear". Bitch please. I mean, he is right. Currently I dress a little on the corny side because I just graduated from college (like a real one with a campus n' shit) and I'm trying to pay off some bills I accrued trying to survive on my own. And hell yea I live paycheck to paycheck, but thats because I'm sustaining my life right now. I was so pissed off that i decided to hang up the phone on him. He told me to "hang up forever, bitch".---Then he ended up being the one to hang up first. He thankfully reminded me of why we didn't work in the first place. I don't know but I think the moral of the story is staying away from men who don't believe in jobs. I don't ask for much. All I want is a wonderful man who has a job where taxes are deducted from his pay. I'll be the first to tell you, I'm no ride or die bitch. You won't see me looking for 5-o down the street and throwing out signals. Nah. I'm good. Just work in an office. Clean a toilet. Wipe the mayor's ass. Just make sure you're contributing to the world in some way and more importantly--contributing to me.