I did it (we called it 6x12s) for about 2-3 years in my 30s. At the time it felt worth it; food, lodging, and transportation were all covered as well. I don’t really regret it most days but looking back years later I think it may have damaged friendships more than I’d realized until recently.
There’s no fucking way I’d do it now. Now I’m just one bad day away from rage quitting and retiring. Unfortunately I’m in a great position with a great boss and a reasonable work load and ample coverage and support and never been denied time off so that bad day isn’t likely to come anytime soon.
corsicanguppy@lemmy.ca 1 week ago
After 6 months you’d have enough to retire to Vietnam. Another 6 and you’d have enough to pay yourself a low salary forever.
Another 6 and you’d fund a small house in a smaller town where you can retire, and another 6 and you’d be dead from stress.