Workaholic

I come to work early every day. Very early. I enter the office before the milk for the morning's coffee has been readied. I swipe my card before the office boys have donned their uniforms for another day. I take out my laptop before any of my colleagues occupy their chairs. I log on before any of the other names on my official chat client are visible. And then I go about my daily dealing with a few excel sheets in the morning. And even after that, I have time to check the previous day's news on the social and national and sports networks, before most of them turn in.

The evening comes calling pretty soon these days (nothing to do with the shorter days in winters), with some task or the other cropping up, and the lunch break thrown in between. I have to resort to cracking my way around with jokes to deal with the post-lunch syndrome, and help ease through the minutes. And yet, I do not feel like leaving the office premises. I try delay my departure, the few days I have the luxury to take this call. Probably, just to have the evening toast and cup of coffee. Maybe, to indulge in some more friendly banter and also be at the receiving end of some of it. In fact, I feel relieved if some work actually crops up late in the day, because then I do not have the privilege to deliberate any more. 

I was not like this a couple of months back. And this total lack of empathy/duty towards work was a constant bone of contention with this very close buddy. I wish I could share this development with my pal. But then, we are too busy with our respective works to exchange these notes now. 

Maybe this is the price to be paid for trying to be a workaholic. I am aching to share my story and pep up my fallen ratings. I want to reclaim the friendship I seem to have lost out on for my greed. I will have to strive for some work-life balance now!!