Ticking away
The moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours
In an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your hometown
Waiting for someone
Or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
I wonder what motivational posters workers in the Bahamas have on their wall
A picture of some depressing city alleyway that’s says
“Laugh at the losers who are stuck with this out their window”
A lot of “third world” countries don’t work the hours we do.
This claim doesn’t really pass the smell check for me - can you point to where you get the notion from? Checking the lists for average hours worked per year per worker, richer countries routinely have lower numbers than poorer countries.
Mostly it’s for areas that aren’t even in the developing category yet. Once you’re developing you’re talking about 9-5 work with less pay and benefits than in the West. But traditional work doesn’t do office/factory hours. That means periods of lots of work and periods with little work where you live off the previous gains.
Who is “we”?
The Americans grinding 60-90 hours a week.
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Maybe they just have a big sign that just says “HERE”.
Or possibly a window?
DON’T FORGET.HEREYOU’RE
FOREVER.Skyscrapers, most likely.
I used to live in a resort city for the past year, and really missed big city things, like specialty stores - for the whole city there was only one PC store, one bicycle store, one music store - and all of them sucked big time. So I had to rely on online marketplaces… oh wait, there were none, so I had to order international and wait for months. Local taxi was also not good, food delivery business practically non-existent. Same for furniture and appliances, instead of home depot and radioshack you’d have to go to bazaars and ask around. But the most important one is opportunities. I was a digital nomad and lived comfortably, but locals, holy hell, I don’t have any idea how they survive with wages this low. Pretty sure some of those construction workers would trade it all away to live as street musicians in SF or NYC, as just surviving there would put them in like worlds top 0.1%, but instead they work for hours on dangerous jobs for what I would’ve spend on a cup of coffee in a local cafe catered to tourists.
People crave what they don’t have.
I too crave the carve
A big rusty secondhand spaceship, with which to run a dinky little trans-lunar scrap and salvage company. My second mate would be a cat.