I refuse to believe anyone actually spends eight solid hours working. I've never, ever seen it happen. People talk, go to the toilet, take a few extra minutes at lunch, chat about random shit, and so on. I cannot imagine working somewhere where my manager, or some system, actually tracks whether I've literally spent eight hours working. If I get my work done in four or five hours, I've provided the value I'm supposed to provide.
Idiots seem to think that if they admit they don't have enough work to do, they'll get promoted for being such hard workers or they'll get a raise. No. You'll just get more work. That's it.
Even if I were the employer, I wouldn't want people slaving away for eight solid hours under constant stress. I'm pretty sure that eventually shows in the results. Provide value, make money, and that's it.
But I'm not American. My life doesn't revolve around work, and "What do you do?" isn't the first question I ask someone when I meet them. The American cult of work is incomprehensible to me. Thankfully. To me, it looks like internalised slavery. It's not normal to sacrifice watching your kids grow up or sacrifice your health just to be a good goy.