Office Capers: Idiotic Workaholism

What kind of a lame-brained idiot works on a report all week, plans it to finish on time on a Friday, then does, leaves office and goes out for a moonlight cruise and dinner, then remembers mid-way that they forgot to email that report out? Someone like me, that’s who.

So what did I do next? Yelped, jumped up and down in my chair and generally fretted till my friends agreed to split and take me back to the office. Got to the office after midnight, called up some ten thousand people (no, only one and she laughed) to check how to get into the locked building, managed to get in and switched on my comp.

Then I sent the email. And I received a reply,

Whatever are you doing in office at this hour on a Friday night?

Being an idiot that’s what.

I must stop lecturing other people about not becoming workaholics. I couldn’t remember my board line number to call the security guard to unlock the gate; I had to pull out my visiting card to check. A fine sight I must have made standing on the sidewalk at midnight trying to read my visiting card.

I sleep badly (if at all) and when I do, I have nightmares of screaming clients, graphs and numbers looming bigger and bigger over me and angry-red marked calendars hurtling at me at top speed. Just kidding. I have nightmares that are too awful to remember and I’m only glad to get up and come back to work in the morning. Except that I only get nightmares when I’m stressed. And then sleep-walk through the day.

I……need……a…….break. Not a tea break, a smoke break, a lunch break or a loo break. I need a break from my job being me.