Across South East Asia, I meet young people who work at cafés and convenience stores, study at night, work another shift somewhere else. The little sleep they get is in the hot quarters shared with half dozen other people in a bedspace or the store of their workplace or the library.
They squeeze in trains or busses. Yet, they smile and attend to you with empathy. They are my heroes. I want them to do well and run telcos and insurance companies. Then probably, we will hate such companies less.
Talking about sleep, I was at a focus group for a new facility they were building. They asked us if we wanted to suggest some features. I suggest sleep friendly furnitures. I don’t think I will be invited again. I don’t know what our modern offices have against sleep.