whythinktoomuch:

a quick fix.

Kara and Lena have been texting on and off all day, as patently platonic best friends are wont to do. Their conversation is pretty routine until Lena starts telling Kara about her latest blind date, which had gone terribly. 

Not only was Lena’s date self-aggrandizing and plain ol’ boring, he had chosen a seafood restaurant despite being informed of her rampant shellfish allergy. Which of course meant – to Kara’s never-ending horror – that Lena didn’t actually get the chance to eat much during her so-called dinner date. 

Sounds like you’re hungry for more, Kara texts back.

You have no idea.

Kara hems and haws for a bit, trying to think of something simple and dainty that she can whip up for her dear, dear friend. What about a quickie?

It’s a long while before Lena actually replies, A what?

You know, a quickie! With me! Something light and easy, but still delicious enough to hit the spot.

Are you being serious?

Kara rolls her eyes. As if she would ever joke about food. Yes! I’ll come over right now if you want.

This time it’s an even longer while before the reply comes, but when it does, it warms all the little cockles of Kara’s thumping heart, Yes. Okay. Yes. I’d actually like that very much.

With a small whoop and a triumphant fist pump, Kara scrambles over to her refrigerator to obtain all the necessary ingredients and is standing outside Lena’s apartment within the span of 20 short minutes. A broad grin still plastered across her face, Kara knocks on the door only to drop an armful of eggs, mushrooms, feta cheese, and kale all over Lena’s pristine white carpet when her friend answers the door in nothing but a see-through negligee and some lacy underwear.

It isn’t until much, much later – after excessive blushing and stuttering explanations – that Lena’s vehement insistence that it’s called QUICHE can be heard from almost two towns over.

bigwands:

xenoqueer:

blogging-phelddagrif:

commandtower-solring-go:

The problem with the idea of 8 hours of work, 8 hours of sleep and 8 hours of recreation as a structure for a day is that it simply can’t work that way. If I’m expected to be at work at 9, then my work day must begin at 7. Allowing myself a rushed experience to wake up and get to work. And I live close to work. So either my recreation or my sleep needs to take a hit, but for some people it could be more. 8 hours a day, 5 days a week as a basis for full time work is honestly unreasonable at that point. Because it isn’t actually 40 hours a week, it’s 50 hours a week lost to a job, of which 10 is unpaid.

some of my coworkers have 2h of transit to get to work, which takes 4-5h off their free time. working full time is a bad idea and shouldve never been a thing

This is, it’s worth noting, by design.  

It’s perfectly well known that people can only really “work” (in that they can only consistently and effectively perform tasks and create products) 3-6 hours a day, for 1 hour to 2 hours at a time. Generally speaking, the broad consensus among actual researchers is to aim for about 4 hours a day.

The rest of these work hours, and the associated sunken time necessary to get to and from these work hours, serves one purpose:

It exhausts people.

People who don’t have leisure time are stressed. People who are stressed need conveniences. People who need conveniences will pay for them.

People who are stressed also don’t have the energy to fight for their rights, having expended all that energy in just staying alive.

And let’s not forget that maintaining a clean home and providing food for yourself takes over 20 hours a week (appx 20 hours in-house, and varying hours spent running outside errands) if you are completely abled.

I always hear those statistics framed as “employees waste so much time while at work” -_-