Mis-adventures of the Half-wit Me

-work freak-

i used to despise my huband *blush* for being a workaholic and even threw a tantrum when he opted to pick up his phone while having a quiet time with me. now, when i look at myself, i think i have also become the work freak that he used to be.

scenario 1:

one morning, i was usually my bouncy self and while preparing breakfast my brother told me i was speaking on my sleep. i asked him what i was saying and he said he did not understand it but i was calling my agents. he said that i was asking them to do something or was following up on something. i just told him i work even on my sleep.

i thought that such scenes happen only when you are starting out with something. i remembered when i was starting our with this job. i also talked on my sleep. i was troubleshooting on my sleep and even asked my brother if he was able to cancel the domain ( i used to work for the billing department of a web hosting account).

scenario 2:

right now, i am here sitting in front of the pc and writing this blog 3 hours and a quarter before my intended shift. i just cannot sleep and decided to go to work. well, since i worked the graveyard shifts again, i begun to sleep in the office's sleeping quarters to save on taxi fare. well, right now due to heavy rains a lot of people are utilizing the said area and as expected it is fully occupied.

after doing my ritual - punching in for the day, approving overtimes and running through my email - identifying which is important and which is junk. there are no scorecards in the mail so i have no idea yet how my team's day eneded yesterday. it also means no analysis yest for me.

i remembered one time, i was too bored i came to the office one rest day to do some monitorings. that was my day off. i did not do it ever again. i have realized that in this center people do not appreciate your extra effort - they abuse it.

so here i am right now, dutifully blogging instead of trying to get busy with actual work. working is fun but in a capitalist setting, that fun is sucked out. it is sadly turned into abuse. and for a workaholic like me it just spells w-o-r-k and not l-i-v-i-ng.