Its hard for me to wrap my mind around a job of 25-35 hours a week. When a sophmore in high school and in my junior year, I worked in a cotton mill on second shift. The school let me leave a little early and the mill let me come in a little late. I'd dash down the interstate making the commute in 4 minutes so I could clock in and get paid a full eight hours. I worked a 48 hour shift.
This while taking advanced college placement classes and maintaining a B+ average. I did only drive a school bus my senior year but that to spend more time chasing girls.
I worked 50 hour weeks at age ten during the summer months in the years before high school, for my father's construction firm.
That 48 hours a week was the least hours I then worked per week for the next 35 years before I suffered my loss of health. Seventy hours+ was the norm. Except of course those years I spent in felony prison, but still.
Since taking a health settlement with my last firm, in my medical retirement I do about 12-16 twelve hours days a month in various poker rooms. Though I admit there were three and a half years sandwiched in there when I was totally incapacitated.
So I can't fathom the world today, though I see it and the results of it. The mindset I had most of my life if proffered a job of 25-35 hours a week would have been to scoff and say, no, I am looking for a real job, and maybe take it as a second one. Or a third.
I really feel for the country. There really isn't an economy at all out there right now. I don't recognize this as life at all in the tradional sense. Its no wonder that so many of you don't even believe in God.