I am the first to admit that I am a workaholic: a procrastinating workaholic to be exact. Most people around me can attest to that, and I am proud. I came to the conclusion that it is because I like having the feeling that I have something to accomplish and work towards. I would say that this summer has clearly exhibited my workaholic qualities.
Every weekday I rise to the sun barely coming up at 5:30 a.m., check my work e-mail while on the train and get settled at my desk by 8:15 a.m.. I work on the projects assigned to me, while also trying to juggle the work of my two summer classes. To accommodate this, I eat my lunch at my desk while working on my homework
Unfortunately, that means I have to attend class after work, so I sit in on the most grueling lecture that thankfully ends 30 minutes early every class. By the time I get home it is past my ideal bedtime, and the whole process starts again throughout the week.
Fortunately, class is not every weekday, so on my days off I train for a half marathon, because lately running has helped me keep a consistent and busy schedule. I then spend the rest of my weekend working on my homework for my other class, which is thankfully online.
Putting long hours into what I do does not bother me, because if I did not love it, would I be doing it? No, that is what you call insanity. Though I have my times of drastic sleep deprivation and a lack of socialization, it feels good to be able to accomplish and succeed in so many things.
Due to my insanely crazed work ethic, I tend to have little to no sympathy for those who complain, or barely have a work ethic. I understand that everyone is different, but instead of complaining, just do it. I hope I can inspire others around me to accomplish anything they want, no matter how high the stakes are. If there is a will, there is way.
I hope that one day my hard work will pay off and I can afford for my workaholic tendencies to simmer down a bit. I will always have a strong work ethic to support it. Even if I do procrastinate half of the time.
PS. I live for coffee runs.
