Work Consumes…

…me, tears at my lungs and drags me down. For each problem solved, a new one arises and claws at me with renewed vigor. It has been this way for quite a while now. I no longer remember how this started or even care. Only the fight is left and with the help of stimulants and bone weary determination I will vanquish my foe!

Actually, the only reason I can make this posting today is because things finally went really well. It started with a quick-fire triple semi-major problem solve followed by oodles mini task completions. Things went so well that I actually left work at 6:30pm and not 9pm as usual.

Of course, being the salary man that I am lately, work does not stop once I get home. I take a quick break, maybe squeeze in a Dr Who episode, Japanese Drama/Comedy or just leave a comforting MST3K vid running while I get back to work via our VPN.

Armed with this VPN (Vital Personal-time Neutralizer?) I have been working till 2-3am reliable, even on some weekends.

Ack! It burns me. My muscles atrophy from lack of exercise. My gut twists from a bad diet and my eyes water from the electro glow of a million monitors.

I know it’s bad for me and I know I grow more inefficient when I push past a certain human limit. I just can’t seem to stop sometimes. My guilt, my honor demands that I keep pushing for the good of my tribe. One more victory, one more battle. Tomorrow will be a rest day…

*alarm buzzes*

No… time… for rest… must get to work.

*Odn stumbles out of bed, leans against a cool calming wall and stares blearily into the bathroom mirror. An aging man looks back with remorse on his face.*

When did I start looking like this?

*Odn runs a veiny hand through his thinning hair, shakes off the fear and stumbles into the shower*

Tomorrow will be a rest day. I promise.

—dust—