I’d like to do 4-7 hours of work a day. I’d probably like to work 2 days, then have a day off, 2 days, a day off. Or work every day, but only do 3-4 max hours a day with it being fully flexible when. I’d like to take opera singing lessons every other day for half an hour or max an hour. I’d choose to work during hours when people are usually off and enjoy more empty cityscape when people are usually at work. If my health allowed, I’d love to regularly donate blood again. I also wouldn’t mind regularly volunterring for a cat charity or something like this. Maybe I’d volunteer in a communal city garden, but leave just before most people come.
It would take constraints to get me to work at all. I spent 8 months unemployed, and not the stressed kind of unemployed; I was living off of my savings and only interviewing every 3 weeks or so. At no point did I feel any desire to work in any sense of the word. Work isn’t the result of some innate drive nor a source of self-worth for me; it’s just how I provide for me and future me. Once I hit retirement age or when we get to FALGSC, that’s the end of my relationship with work.
Very reasonable, but that brings News From Nowhere to mind. The novel takes place in a communist future and some of the characters remark the absurdity of people in early socialism not wanting to work. The time-traveling protagonist understands, but in this world people learned to enjoy work again.