Apparently, the average American works nine more weeks per year than the average Western European, who gets shorter hours, more vacation, and so on. In other words, as of today (10/24), we in the U.S. have worked as many hours as Western Europeans will work all year (article).
So… I guess we can… stop, now. Or something.
Right?
Come to New Orleans, where the workweek ends on Friday at noon, pretty much. Assuming you can find a job, it’s a pretty sweet deal. Unfortunately, it’s the finding that’s tricky. But I’m trying.
Uh-huh! Who’s got TiVo? Who’s got a zillion cable networks? Who’s got multiple PC’s per household, 24 hour convenience stores, overnight delivery, Netflix, and all-you-can-eat sushi bars? We do! And you know why? Work, work, work! Hard work, so that some day, in our deepest, most vivid dreams, we’ll be able to sit back and enjoy these things.
I guess I’m one of the lucky Americans. I get 8 weeks of vacation per year. The ample vacation time is one of the main reasons I love this job. Most people I know only get about 3 weeks of vacation per year.
The lack of vacation time is the single suckiest thing about America. We’re ruled by workaholic loons.
My last job had only six lousy holidays a year, four sick days and two weeks vacation. They also gave us a miserly half an hour for lunch. On top of everything else my boss periodically whinned I didn’t work fast enough and took too many bathroom breaks.