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Posted on Jan 27, 2007 at 12:01 PM

Hello, I'm _____ and I'm a workaholic... I've always had my suspicions but now I know it's true. I finally quite my job a month ago to accept a new one but then decided that my new job wasn't what I really wanted so I decided to take a break and do some writing and traveling. During this time I've received so many job offers that I feel like Scarlett O'Hara at the Twelve Oak's picnic. The sirenic lure of going back into a corner office with a view and closing a million dollar deal is getting stronger every day. Why can't I just lay back and enjoy my break? I find myself feeling disappointed every time I check my voicemail and only finding a couple messages from friends and family. No urgent messages about needing assistance on closing the multi-million dollar Chicago deal that a co-worker has been working on for the last six months which is about to go down the tube unless I can convince the CIO that they would be saving money in the long run by taking our deal. No celebratory dinner at 10:00 after the deal closes as every laughs at how close it came to not closing. No toasts about how it couldn't have been done without me? I feel like a piece of me is missing. I always thought my hobbies were the only things that gave me a natural high but I guess work did as well. It just isn't as satisfying eating dinner after a day of just playing around. The anticipation of having to wait to do the things I want to do make the doing of it so much more fun. I no longer have to wait for the weekend or the end of the work day; I can do what I want to do when I want to do it. I no longer have the excuse to avoid going out with friends or family because I have to work. Not that I don't want to spend time with them, it's just that I don't want to all the time. My friends are asking me to go on ridiculous errands with them and I really can't tell them that I don't have anything better to do. I was so bored the other day that I actually tried to clean my apartment. The vacuuming went fairly well and I only broke the standing lamp because it got tangle with electric cord of the vacuum. But I accidentally dropped a strong cleaner on my carpet so there is now a hole in my carpet. Now my housekeeper is giving me the silent treatment after writing me a nasty note about leaving the cleaning to the professionals and that another incident like this will result in her giving me her notice. She also wrote down a list of cleaners that should not be used on the carpet. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her that I didn't put the cleaner on the carpet on purpose. I'm not a complete idiot, I did learn from the last time I tried to clean a stain on the carpet with that cleaner. Maybe the workaholic part of me balances me out. When I'm working I'm the troubleshooter, the go to person that is too busy to clean my apartment, not the loser whose housekeeper thinks is an idiot. So back to work I'll go? PS I'm going to move back to California since I don't think Denver is the place for me. Besides the job offers in CA are so much more interesting

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