I’m a workaholic, it’s true. My jobs eating me alive , it’s true. I don’t get a high salary although i work like crazy, it’s true. And slightly.and slowly my jobs begin to define …” me”.
that would be a total lie, if i said i don’t like my job. That would be a total bullshit if i said i could live better without this job.
The truth is however irritating this job could be, without it how i supposed able to pay my bills , how i suppose able to maintain my life and my live standard .How i supposed able to growth and evolve ?
In the end, i would rather become an evolving struggling pathetic workaholic than just being pathetic.