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"I work 60 hours most weeks.
And somehow, I still feel like I’m struggling to get by.
At some point you have to ask yourself:
What’s the point of working this hard if you never get to enjoy your life?
Something needs to change."
I was a kid in the seventies and a teen in the eighties my parents were a paralegal and a rocket scientist. I was an only kid. They both had to work to make ends meet.
My generation were latchkey kids, given no supervision. Deterioration of th American Dream had already begun.