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It's right on the verge of 4am now and I just got home from work. I have not been home before midnight this week, and last week not before 9. I am exhausted. But the work I do is awesome. Like where else in the world can I get to do stuff this awesome. My boss arranged for those of us who worked ridiculous hours to take tomorrow off. I am skipping a day of work and I still put in 65 hours this week.
I never would have thought of myself as a workaholic. But I really do like the work. And it's not like I've got anything else to do.
I never would have thought of myself as a workaholic. But I really do like the work. And it's not like I've got anything else to do.