Thought #2: Workaholic

Tap, tap tap. Clatter, clatter, clatter. I hear them fervently type away. They stop. They take a deep breath. They read out loud and/or think aloud what they are typing. They resume. I’ve become so accustomed to the pattern of sounds, I tune it out easily. This process repeats and recycles itself for the entire 9-5p shift.

During my first few days I could not help but think, what are they saying so much? Who do they communicate with so frequently? These people are the definition of workaholics.

Workaholic: (work·a·hol·ic)

wərkəˈhôlik, wərkəˈhälik/

noun

informal

1. a person who compulsively works hard and long hours.

Mhmm sounds about right (sidenote: the definition should also include working through their lunch hour). There is never enough time in the day for them to finish their insistent clacking.

But I adapted, accepted and made it a normalcy. So much so that I gradually began eating at my desk and completing tasks. I left my job with more work for the next day. How was it possible that I created more assignments for myself rather than finish them? I began reading aloud my writing, asking for advice on how to even compose the beginning of a simple email.

Dear Dr. X,

Can we meet today at 1pm?

Most graciously,

Isabelle

P.s. what?!

In what seemed like a blink of an eye, I had become just another robot to the 9-5p enslavement, bound by its chains of constant producing and endless demanding. So here’s what I propose, a change. A change in the evil 9-5p, 2 weeks of vacay a year business. Mr. President-elect, can you hear me? It’s me, Isabelle. This proposal would be a lovely touch to your policies, much more than building a wall and registering Muslims. Priorities, thank youuu.

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