This week I was told by someone they stayed up to 2am just so they could meet their daily target of revision. I laughed so hard. Yes it's exam prep month at university and everyone is slowly putting their heads down to revise. All these students sitting on the grass with books on hand while me with no exams, strolling down leisurely through campus with a Mcflurry on one hand. It is (for once!) too much of a beautiful week to allow my brain any exercise.
Even then, sadly I don’t ever remember studying this hard for my undergraduate. Maybe I was too clever for my course as I took everything in my stride. (I can imagine you guys actually rolling your eyes here but who knows :P)
In fact I spent more time trying to get more shifts here and there. My biggest achievement was working 8 shifts in 7 days. For me it was the best week ever; however my friends were disgusted when they realised they were deserted for work. (I’m not kidding here). No matter how much they joke about me being a workaholic I think they had enough now of being placed second to work.
It all started in 2nd year of university where I got my first part-time job. I was so chuffed. However, because I moved house I needed more money for expenses. A lot went on travelling and eating out really. I mean back in 1st year, university was within walking distance to my house so I never really needed money let alone an oyster card, I had money under control.
Then the problems started. My outgoings were greater than my income; the more I worked the grander my purchases became. It became a need to buy random junk that I wouldn't even need. I got another job, and another and another. Let’s just say I got a whole lotta jobs there.
Now finally my income is more than my outcome. But every now and then (believe it or not), I actually get sick of working.
Than after having a two day break I miss work. Lol. That is how it is with me. It’s got to a point where the only holiday I have been to within the last few years (yes years) was to a funeral. I had no choice but to go.
No matter how much I complain about working too much to fool people sometimes, I think people have stopped believing it. But it would be nice to actually have an option to work without having to worry about money. My other unrealistically hope (PLAN B) was to inherit a lot of money, enough to retire for life, but it looks like it is not going to happen. Hope you readers are taking the hint here when writing your wills.
Finally I’m going to finish this blog with what many people have been waiting ages to hear.
I’m finally coming clean...... I am a workaholic and I’m proud of it:
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