The 40-hour workweek is a scam. It was invented a century ago for factory workers who stood at assembly lines, and yet here we are, sitting in ergonomic chairs staring at pixels, pretending that the same math applies to us. It doesn’t. I realized this back in 2018 when I was working at a mid-sized …
I am staring at a pixelated version of my boss’s left nostril and I can feel my soul leaving my body. We are forty-two minutes into a “sync” that could have been a three-sentence Slack message. I look at the gallery view. Fourteen other people are doing the exact same thing: nodding performatively while clearly …