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Living in Switzerland ruined me for America and its lousy work culture

    I was halfway through a job interview when I realized I was wrinkling my nose. I couldn’t help myself. A full-time freelance position with a long commute, no benefits, and a quarter of my old pay was the best they could do? I couldn’t hide how I felt about that, and the 25-year-old conducting the interview noticed. “Are you interested in permanent jobs instead?” she asked. “I could consider a permanent job if it was part-time,” I said. LINK