Workaholism is a funny thing, and all of my female friends handle it the same way: by completely shutting down on the weekends. I’m not saying it’s the healthiest thing, but sometimes it is funny. And today, for better or worse, I thought I’d share. All of my friends with jobs like mine, that entail a full workload plus evenings of events and business dinners, power through the workweek running on empty. Then when it’s time to make plans with our free time on the weekends, it’s like pulling teeth to get us off the couch. But that doesn’t stop us from texting! (In fact, it may be the only time we’ve had all week to “catch up.”) How we manage to text all day long about absolutely nothing really is a gift, one I fear is shared only with bored teenagers. But why keep these talents to ourselves?
And thus I present, Mind of a Workaholic Female.
How many different women dealing with workaholism do you think are quoted here?
“Hey! How was last night? I got home by 11 and slept ten hours for once. Then I took a four-hour nap. Now I am a giant slug on the couch.”
“I stayed out until 1! But the party hadn’t really started yet. We were so tired, so we just left.”
“Last night got way too late. So I slept all day. But I would have slept all day if I’d gone to bed at 9, so whatever. I could honestly go back to sleep.”
“Omg me, too!”
“I wasted today. I have so much stuff to do. Yet all I did was eat and sleep.”
“I sprinkled veggies and salad throughout the weekend but overall ate like it was my Last Supper.”
“I ate a full pizza, a giant pizza. Tomorrow is a new day.”
“Watching Fashion Police. Horizontal.”
“The Emmys one?”
“So good! I watched it earlier.”
“My brain keeps telling me to get out of the house.”
“Brains should not be allowed to work on Sundays. Besides, Sunday night TV starts soon.”
“What did you buy to eat?”
“Did you go out into the world? That pizza was the only reason I left my home this morning at 11.”
“Yeah. I am in the grocery store parking lot trying to get the energy to drive home.”
“I barely have the energy to send this text.”
“Amazing Race started tonight. Sometimes I think we should do it, but then I think people would die (not us) from crankiness.”
“I don’t think I could do the challenges.”
“Our combined talents might get us through. You’d be great at the puzzle challenges, and I could throw watermelons and stuff.”
“I’m too busy to plan a vacation. Laying in bed all day sounds easier and better.”
“I have heard that about eight times already today.”
“Well listen to those smart people! They have the right idea.”
And then I start thinking… I need to go away for a weekend. Even for a night. I need to be on the move. Yes, there are only two things that energize me: doing nothing — and travel. Globe-trotting travel, and as many getaways as I can fit in.
My life of extremes. The only thing that got me off the couch: Sunday evening, 9 pm, and I am obsessed with planning my next trips. I have work commitments that keep me in town for many of the next few weekends, but I will buy a plane ticket tonight for absolute certainty. And then I must start planning my next vacation, hopefully for November.
How is your life one of extremes?
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