My terrible idea is that the world move to an 8 day week. Everyone works (at most) 4 days on, 4 days off. School is 4 on, 4 off. Two alternating shifts. Its always the weekend for half of everyone and everything is always open. I guarantee a roomful of smart people will be able to tear this idea to shreds. We could invent cool new names for all the days of the week though.
I like that idea, only problem i have is picking who works which days. Like i want days off with my partner but if we are on opposite shifts we wont see each other.
Our grandparents earned enough as single
earners to provide for their entire family and own a house.
Now 2 people work and they can barely pay rent on an apartment.
Its not hard to see why the right cries about the good old times, except somehow its the gays, and not the bourgeoisie that they believe are what caused the decline.
Agreed, and I feel like that's what I'm getting at here. A family of five used to be able to exchange 40 hours of labor with the economy and at least get by. Now it's 80 hours, and we're struggling. The right is suggesting we put our children to work to make up the difference.
Honestly as someone under 30 I could accept this. Obviously universal 4 day week would be better, but if this would sell the idea to the boomers it would be worth it.
You were not being micromanaged, and you were not sitting in a soulless, fluorescent cubicle next to 50 other drones being forced to do the same.
The environment and how workers are treated is just as much to blame as the total hours worked per week. Possibly more so.
I am a contract educator. Before COVID I was practically working sunup to sundown every single day of the week barring national holidays and I loved it. Because I am my own boss, it involves lots of travel, and I get to play with kids all day.
I dunno. It's just one of those things in my life that I've grown accustomed to. I have adhd, so if I'm into something, I end up going all out on it to make up for my shortcomings in other areas. I think I'm in one of those cycles of trying to please really hard but resulting in trauma and being burnt out with ptsd. My whole life has been fighting this series of thankless, abusive managers and trying to improve myself and striving for excellence to please. Kinda funny though since I'm now so burnt out that I can't work at 35 and have social anxiety so bad that I only leave the house about once a week. Every successive job I've ever had, I've had to dig deeper in order to pull magic tricks out of my ass, and when I do make the impossible possible, it's not good enough or thankless or something. At least for now, I have literally nothing left to give, and am deeply depressed and under stimulated and anxiety ridden.
So, "how did I survive?"
Mmm, poorly. Not sure I was even surviving before that.