I’m in pain. Have been for 4 days now. Sharp twinges just in my back. Probably a strained rhomboid 
I’m getting too old for this! Gym + cold shower didn’t fix it. Any suggestions?
It’s at this point I remember something I wrote (not a diary, just to clear my head) about 4 months ago.
Admitting you’re a workaholic at 25 is quite hard. I still very much doubt I am, but I have no yard stick so how do I know if I am?
When I was growing up to adulthood, I saw my Dad work most hours that God sent. Which was fair enough because if you ran your own company I’m sure you’d want it to do as well as possible - quitting at 5:30pm wasn’t an option. But why do I find myself walking through my office at 10:30pm on a Friday night finding every printer and compiling a list of them complete with toner codes (I forgot to delegate it)? Because I said I’d get it done by Friday.
Does that make me a workaholic? Does being at work the next day on a Saturday only add more evidence to that? Does being at work at 1am on a Sunday make me comittable? Taking my Blackberry on the only holiday I had all year? Only taking 13 days leave in a year?
I do work for a number of companies and find myself working with people who have the same mind-set. It is competitive in the Fashion industry and it filters all the way down to the bottom. Only a select few manage to escape the drive and (you’ll hate this) the thrill!
As I work in IT sometimes it’s very easy to get the biggest of thank yous from people, but I find myself almost addicted to that. The need to please. The need to go that extra mile to help. I could point the finger at my Mum who brought me up to help, but I hear the exasperation in her voice when I call at 9/10pm on a work night from a taxi on my way home. But the sense of working this hard only makes me want it more.
I’m sure I’m not alone, but even if I am does it matter? I’m not falling apart, I can switch off easily, I sleep well and most of all I feel a sense of completion. Am I a workaholic? Maybe. Do I feel good? You betcha.
Quite clearly I’m beginning to fall apart 
Welcome to my world of pain my friend.