So I'm taking a new job soon. It looks pretty cool, doing some of the same stuff I did in Dallas, so I'm reasonably certain I'll be good at it. It's informal dress, a friendly staff, and I'm told no micro-managing. We get a free massage every other week. The jobs that are hardest to get are the easiest ones to take.
Work is such a major part of most Americans' lives. It's one of the reasons we've been so successful economically for so long, but I can't help but think we would be capable of living lives just as full and just as well off with a 35-hour work week, or even a 30-hour work week. It would probably mean a net increase in standard of living across the board, and maybe people wouldn't have so many heart attacks.
What would we do with all that extra time?, I hear some ask. Friends, family, learning, blogging, working a second job, the list is endless. Whatever we want (although more TV would not be on my list). That's what I wish for: the choice.
This blog chronicles the thoughts and experiences of a non-native Austinite, trying to figure out life, Texas, and himself.
About Me
- DB
- I'm a young man getting older, college-educated, self-employed, relatively well-read, shy but working on it, a restless traveler who grew up in a loving family, but still left to find my way in the world.
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