It’s taken for granted isn’t it? A simple fact of life?
When you become a grown-up you quickly sally forth into the land of the employed, destined to spend the next 40 years working that same 40 hour week, those same 8 hour days of labour and toil.
Sure some of us may work less regular hours, night shifts or RDO’s but for the overwhelming majority however, these are our allotted hours of labour.
Your reward for this of course is a pay-check at the end of the week and that blissful Friday afternoon clock-off.
You know what? This whole idea shits me to tears.
(Pardon my Australian)