Fuck the system

what if 😳 what if my b 😳 what if my back didnt hurt 😳

Így a karantén időszakban a tömegközlekedéssel való, fülhallgató nélküli utazásaim egyik kedvenc része hiányzik most leginkább: kihallgatni mások beszélgetéseit, betekintést nyerni 3 percre valakik életébe és fejben bekapcsolódni a beszélgetésekbe.

Same.

This perfectly summed up what I’ve been feeling.

I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present. 

The problem with the idea of 8 hours of work, 8 hours of sleep and 8 hours of recreation as a structure for a day is that it simply can’t work that way. If I’m expected to be at work at 9, then my work day must begin at 7. Allowing myself a rushed experience to wake up and get to work. And I live close to work. So either my recreation or my sleep needs to take a hit, but for some people it could be more. 8 hours a day, 5 days a week as a basis for full time work is honestly unreasonable at that point. Because it isn’t actually 40 hours a week, it’s 50 hours a week lost to a job, of which 10 is unpaid.

some of my coworkers have 2h of transit to get to work, which takes 4-5h off their free time. working full time is a bad idea and shouldve never been a thing

Mióta mondom. Még nem is dolgoztam, már akkor :)

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