Why Are We Still Working 40+ Hours a Week?
It’s Thursday at 9 PM. I’m staring into my laptop, its glow illuminating my face like a tiny stage light.
A soft red blanket drapes over my lap. Behind me, a dim lamp casts a shadow that flickers lazily on the wall. The AirPods in my ears hum Lofi beats, attempting to serenade a soul that feels more exhausted than inspired.
The rest of my family is winding down. Me? I glance at the bottom left of the screen: slide 17 of 37. Awesome.