Yes, but I’m still alive at work, says Joanna. It’s still me, I’m still having experiences. You’re not working, okay, but the time is passing for you too. You’ll never get it back either. But I can decide what I do with it. To that I would venture that your decision-making is also a social construct. Marianne laughs. She wanders out of the freezer aisle and towards the snacks. I don’t buy into the morality of work, she says. Some work maybe, but you’re just moving paper around an office, you’re not contributing to the human effort.
