Workaholic Is A Serious Disease

Been working past my regular hours for the past two weeks and have never felt so tired and excited at the same time. Work finishes at four pm everyday and there’s nothing there to stop me from leaving whatever the heck am doing and skid past those glass doors, slid downstairs, get my finger scanned, get changed and go home.

But then four doesn’t feel that late anymore. Gradually, it feels as if there are not enough hours to work – wailing every time lunchtime arises since it means having to leave desk, not believing that time could really go that quickly. It gets even worse after lunch. When look up at massive wall clock, it’s suddenly three pm and all hell breaks loose, trying to get everything done to avoid constantly thinking and worrying about work and even having some sort of weird, traumatized dream about it in the evening.

When waking up in mornings, feel like haven’t had enough sleep and also wishing that it hasn’t been five yet. While lying around in bed until practically six, drifting on and off from sleep, with temptation to skip work lurking around in back of mind but realizing that a day’s work actually makes huge difference so get up and brace the day, thinking could always go to sleep once get on the bus but actually never able to since dreading the people around me already putting me off the thought about sleeping for good.

As soon as having stepped foot at work, brain sort of switches into serious, meticulous, fast and efficient work mode – which am still having difficulty to adapt to since having to do a lot of things at the same time while doing everything really quickly has never been one of my expertise.

And then time rolls by and everything happens so fast it’s practically lunch time again, and on and on it goes.