Random thoughts of a girl who used to try to fit in the box. Then I realized that boxes are stupid. Except this box, the one above. It's really pretty.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Workaholic . . . Not
I'm not at the table because I left work early.
Yea! It's the weekend! This two-day work week has been soooo long. I don't understand the workaholic's mindset. And I'm sure they don't understand my "workaslittleasyoucan" mindset. I basically work because I must. If I want to have a life, I must collect that paycheck every two weeks. I don't consider my work my "career." It's almost as if I put my "real" life aside every morning when I come into work. When I leave at the end of the work day, I reclaim my "real" life. I go home to my husband, and my home, and my dog, and my children when they are there . . . I go home to my life. I think the workaholic must get something very satisfying from their work. Maybe their work IS their life. I don't know. I'm just glad I'm not married to a workaholic. He works very hard and is very good at his job. And, even though he doesn't mean to, he sometimes brings his work home with him - - worrying about the kids and wondering why they have such crappy parents. But he knows that home and family is where it's at, and that's why I know he is NOT a workaholic! (Perfectionist, yes. Workaholic, no.)
So, anyway, to all you workaholics and homeaholics and playaholics - - have a wonderful weekend!!