

I used to work a job with a 3-day work week, 12-hour shifts. 36 hours a week, company paid for 40. This was also physical labor, not an office job.
Four-day weekends were nice and all, but commuting during the week was brutal. After work, I’d have just enough time to drive home and go straight to bed, waking up just in time to go back. I honestly debated sleeping in my car sometimes, just so I could get more rest during the work week.
In my trucking career, one of my past jobs had me on a 4 days on/4 days off structure, which sounded nice on paper. But that company had a ton of behind-the-scenes problems that made things more stressful than they were worth. I would often have to work a fifth calendar day to end my rotation at home, and I never made anywhere near the money that company claimed I would.




Guilt by association. Or rather, actually, proximity.
One day, when I was in middle school, there was a food fight. Nothing climactic like you’d see in the movies, just a few boys sitting at the same table throwing French fries at each other, escalating to M&Ms. Someone’s half-pint of milk got knocked over. Faculty was quick to shut it down and issue punishment.
Rather than considering who started the fight or who escalated it, the teacher decided to simply drop the hammer on everyone seated at the table, equally. Including myself and three other kids, who weren’t in the fight at all.