confessions of a reluctant workoholic

Working late in the evenings means one is left pretty much alone. The AC goes off, after a while the coffee machine ditches you, the chats on communicator dry up, you recieve calls not necessarily related to work, you reach home late and you feel at peace as pretty much everything that was to be done can't be done for now.

When you work late you become open to bonhomie among fellow seafarers. You start to get your share of workoholic firends, you figure after a while thatwork is much more important than anything else, even though you get exactly the same moolah if you didn't stay late.

Thus the proposition comes, workoholism is an acquired taste, unknown and unpleasant to innocents, pretty much like all good things