nobody at your bullshit email job is going to perish if you are away from your computer for fifteen minutes. don’t clock out. get paid to be in the sun. relish in every moment that you have no Slack messages to answer and do something that counteracts the soul-crushing pain of staring at a screen all day. whether you rest your eyes, read a chapter of a book, walk around your block - whatever it is, steal time because your employer probably isn’t paying you well enough to merit staring into the Outlook abyss for eight hours.
free yourself from the chains of Big Work by saying you are working when you are doing something far more productive, like reading, stretching, catching up with friends, going for a walk, or taking a little nap. reclaim your time, reclaim your life
As an artist who gives 0 fucks about the flow and capital of industry, I encourage every person who is forced to work a meaningless (that’s the key word) day job to find every possible way they can to take bathroom and smoke breaks on the clock. If there ever is a time to mindlessly scroll the internet, it’s while on the clock.
