Exhaustion. It used to be a badge of honor for professionals on the come up.
The 80 hour work week for high productivity employees.
Something like heroin chic. Only accessible to those who had an authentic sense of style during high school.
Now even the hardest working, least well paid of the working class get to enjoy this dubious pleasure.
From illegal immigrants to barely hanging on boomers, the new ethos is
no retirement. ever.
arbeit uber alles.
hitting the ground running – as opposed to mending your sore bones and having your sweetie rub your shoulders
Who would have thought that the slave ethos: working from can till cain’t — that would be ‘can see’ till ‘cain’t see’ — would be embraced by most, not for advancement but for survival?
I’ve been swallowed whole by the cult of busyness. If you find your way out, send word.
Cult of busyness (h/t Barbara Ehrenreich)