Saturday, January 16, 2010

Workaholic

When I was younger, there was an image of a workaholic person inside my head. One pile of folders here and there, a cup of coffee, a desk light and a clock that says 2:00 AM. People who never go on vacations, stress themselves out with calls from clients and midnight deadlines. And then, I wondered why. Why do people turn into such kinds of addicts? I mean, who would ever want to take home a pile of workload home? There must be more pleasurable things to do at home after work.

Years after, I turned into that mental image I have-- a girl with a myriad of post it notes to throw away, bound by schedules and due dates, a girl with so few time to spare. I'm not saying though that it is a state I loathe to be in. You know how they say that when you're addicted to something, you actually like it. You know how some people demand nicotine? I like work, I like it to the point that without it I probably might not function well. I like it to the point that if it's suddenly gone I would definitely go around looking for it. It's weird but when I'm turning idle, I also turn anxious.

I feel it's good to work a little harder than usual because on days you feel like giving yourself a reward, you would not be too guilty of experiencing too much of a good thing. Also, you don't tend to be too hard on yourself since you have pushed yourself up till the limit in many other aspects.

Some thoughts born inside a workaholic's mind:
1. What is the most immediate thing I must accomplish?
2. I don't have free time.
3. I cannot slack off.
4. I must finish task X by day Y.
5. What if I don't do this? Pause. Wait, erase that thought, there's no thinking that way.
6. I wish I have three hands. Or four would be good too.
7. What time will I sleep today?

My question probably is if it is ever wrong to be addicted to work? What if it fills you?

xx, Danne




  
At work, you think of the children you have left at home. At home, you think of the work you've left unfinished. Such a struggle is unleashed within yourself. Your heart is rent. 
-Golda Meir

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