Three decades of working in the American corporate machine has transformed me into a person who despises my job, industry, and working in general, yet I feel sinful if I sleep in until five on Saturday mornings and spend useless time doing laundry and buying groceries that reduces my profit making hours for the company beast.

I'm a shell of a human being with fifteen years to go, and the only thing that keeps me going is knowing I can steal a day or two away every six months or so.

Even then, it's taken years for the profit machine to learn that those sparse days are not to be spent by me answering work calls.

I know Europe isn't perfect, but they sure seem to place a hell of a lot more emphasis on living before they die.