for me at least, 8 hours any other time of the day is less bad than the constant awful grind of 9-5
you’re always commuting right when everyone else is commuting, you have to be up early every morning (and it always FEELS early – if you’re naturally waking up at noon but have work at 1 that doesn’t feel as much like a boot stamping on your face forever), many things are only open during those hours so there’s always a time crunch if you have errands
and it just feels worse. you feel like a depressed office worker in a movie. by 5pm the day’s already over, the sun is setting in winter. and the most insufferable of all, imo: once it’s evening, you start feeling dread for tomorrow. so it’s like you’re never truly off work because you know you have to go to bed early to be up early to go right back.
somehow these standard hours are the most offensive possible to personal autonomy and mood.
i’m extremely lucky to have a WFH at the moment where i can make my own hours; when i work approx 9-5 like that, i just feel so trapped. i don’t want to go to the store before work because i just woke up and can’t be bothered, i can’t go after because traffic is a nightmare and i’m exhausted by then. it just sucks. there’s no mystery or magic to it. working food service until 2am felt cool, it felt cool getting paid to stay up late and make pizza and have a ‘good reason’ to have a weird sleep schedule and be out super late. 9-5 makes me feel like jim from the office except less charismatic
Give me the 4 day work week damn it
Ok but you get to work 10 hour days. Enjoy! /s
4 10’s is still way better than 5 8’s
I find it somewhat better but 10 hour days is rough. I liked 9 80s a lot better
You enjoy, I’ll pass.
How are you not dead by hour 9?
It takes some time to adjust but the long weekend is worth it. I got a new job last year and am working 12s now. That adjustment is harder because there’s barely enough time to feed myself and get enough sleep before I have to go to work again.
Damn monkey’s paw
Capitalists don’t give, they take.
And I’m willing to give! This Molotov.
But not before you pay them for the bottle, the gasoline, the rag, and the damages.