I’m not claiming we work all the time, but as a ProBlogger I can assure you: Our working hours are really weird. Worse, our work days never fit other people’s.
Here in Brazil we only have 100 or 200 holidays every year, and people get really eager in anticipation. Problem is: If you work at home, make your own schedule, can leave anytime for a beer, can say “screw you guys, I’m going home” or simply watch monkey porn the whole day, the very idea of a holiday makes no sense.
It’s like coming to Jenna Jameson with a friendly line “Hey’s, guess what! I’m getting laid tonight, isn’t it great?”
I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes I miss the whole “Next Friday is labour’s day! Thursday we drink until morning!” thing.
Guess I need 5 minutes of a 9-to-5 office environment, then I’ll stop my girlie complaining.