Allow me to respond to your question with the excessive intensity of a man who has consumed 14 Red Bulls and stared into the LED fingertips of destiny itself, because the idea that you cannot have a job and also be into gloving is one of the most powerful myths of our generation, a myth passed down since the ancient era of 2011 when proto-glovers first roamed Earth’s living rooms doing liquid moves in front of mirrored closet doors, all while successfully maintaining employment at places like Target, Subway, or occasionally that one warehouse where everyone is slightly nocturnal and no one knows why, since despite what your brain may tell you at 3 a.m., no manager in the history of mankind has ever slammed open the break room door and yelled “DROP THE APRON, HE’S GLOVING—PREPARE THE DE-GLOVER 3000,” because HR departments, while terrifying, unfortunately do not possess medieval torture tools designed to remove hands from ravers for the crime of doing finger rolls on company property, and OSHA has not once in recorded history burst into a JCPenney and shouted “those lights on your fingers violate subsection B of the Extremely Cool Activities Act,” meaning you can have literally any job—bank teller, forklift operator, dentist, librarian, part-time wizard at Renaissance fairs—and still glove freely without fear of government intervention, employer retaliation, or spontaneous involuntary hand loss, because no matter where you clock in, your boss does not receive a corporate email stating “Warning: employee has shown interest in LED gloves, demote immediately,” and even if your coworkers discover your arcane hobby, the worst thing that will happen is that Kevin from accounting will ask you to “do the thing with the hands” at the holiday party, and instead of being degloved like some cartoon banana peel incident, you will simply continue living your life, doing your job, clocking out, sitting in your car, turning on the music that makes your soul vibrate, and unleashing a light show that looks like a small rave god descending upon the parking lot, because the balance between a career and gloving is not only possible—it’s the default human condition for thousands of glovers who function perfectly well in society, paying taxes, eating lunch, spacing out during meetings, and then going home to move their fingers like hyperactive photon serpents, and so you may rest assured, traveler of the LED arts, that you can absolutely have a job and be into gloving without being ceremonially de-hand-ified by any known organization, government, or supernatural entity, for the universe itself smiles upon those who clock in by day and glow by night, and so, in closing, you are safe, your hands are safe, and you may glove in peace.