It is consistently amazing to me that I have no desire to move back to France. I really, really don't want to. But aside from the absolutely horrific job market the setup is pretty sweet.
Of course, I'm stuck in a horrific situation right now where I have only visitor legal status so I can't work. Otherwise this year I would have cracked four weeks vacation at my job, working fourty hours a week. It's a crap job and it's way too many hours, but it was always going to be one of those transitional things. It is always amazing to me that things that sound so brilliantly and nominally simple - more paid vacation, universal health care - is always so callously (and ridiculously) rejected by North Americans.
There are definite disadvantages to it. My dad once mentioned to me that he despised working with Americans - he worked as general manager for a few companies in Southeast Asia. He essentially suggested that a French person given two hours to present on something will set up a couple of slides with information, go through it, and be done. If there's time left in the presentation allotment, it's time for an early lunch. Americans bring in over a hundred slides, each with their own information bulletin, and time everything exactly so that the entire run of two hours is taken up, no matter how irrelevant each bulletin point might be, simply because you're supposed to be presenting for two hours.
It's one man's anecdote, but I've always liked it.
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Originally Posted by wheelchairman
First, a little mistake that is not really one in that chart : French don't have 30 days, they have 5 weeks. It's 30 days a year if you count 6 days a week which is what the labour code does because it's easier to calculate when you don't do a full year. The rule is 2.5 days for each month worked but that's for a 6 days week... Which doesn't mean that french work 6 days week. The sixth day is a fiction...
You didn't understand ? Most employers don't either. And employees...
I believe that's the same thing in Denmark... My danish labour law classes are really far, but that's how I remember it...
Second, T-6005, don't think it's all perfect... We have that shitty mentality about work. If you have a job that requires a little bit of skills, you need to stay late to prove everybody how committed you are. Most new dads won't take their paternity leave (and it's 10 days !).
And I liked your Dad's anecdote but french also have the "Reunionite". The presentation won't last 2 hours but the questions can last forever. But you're right... if there is lunch coming up, we will try to finish faster
The really really cool thing about working in France, when you work in a company, are the 35 hours, especially if you actually do 39 because of the great RTT ("Work Time Recuperation"). It means that the 4 hours that you do extra each week are transformed into rest days.
Moto, that's a huge house, I'm a little bit envious To answer to your question about how could anyone choose this, we live in a 500 sq ft because of a choice that's not really one. We chose to live inside Paris but couldn't afford bigger. We could have chosen the suburbs which are a little bit cheaper but not more... We'd probably have a 60m² there... Of course, we cannot leave Paris due to our jobs.
Llamas, that is also the price in most places of France but of course, not in Paris. 47 m² => 1100 Euros.
When they said "sit down", I stood up.
Yeah, I don't quite get that one either. Simply employing additional people because someone wants to work less may seem like a good idea, but in the real world this is not always feasible. There's this thing called sustained profitability that needs to happen on my planet.
Also, "eek" is not a word you unrelenting fucking moron.
And small homes are the best. Cosy. No wasted space.
How the fuck did you have your own house built on a Subway salary? You're so full of shit. And how exactly does making sandwiches give your life meaning? I don't care how many hours you spend making sandwiches or how hard you make sandwiches at the end of the day you might as well be making sandwiches. Because all you do is make sandwiches you unrelentingly deluded fuckwit. You just make sandwiches. You're not Donald Trump. You're just another idiot. Another idiot making sandwiches.
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You have to be, without question, the biggest idiot on this forum. I don't make sammiches genius. I'm a cobbler.