workaholic syndrome

Nevertheless i could see it coming,
there's just something about me and work.

Recently, my life has been a hell of a ride,
yes - all work and no play makes jack a dull boy -
but.. i do play. And so, why am i so tired all the time?

From work, to work to work again, perhaps.
The monotony of everyday repeating itself.
I wish the corporate world was far more exciting!
I get back home, and it doesn't end there -
there's freelance projects to do and the list never ends.

Well, i would really say i am the one to be blamed,
as i can easily be difficult with everyone around and reject datelines,
BUT it's in my nature, always pleasing - which gets in the way.

I've learnt so much especially this past 2 weeks,
scrambling for air to breathe, yearning for a break.
Seeing black all around me as i yawn and think of collapsing
going without sleep. I am overworked.

And, i totally feel the only source of happiness,
comes from MOTIVATION now days.
When someone comes up and taps you saying
"You're doing good work." or when a client texts
"Hey ladies, just wanna let you guys are doing a great job."
It is really really heartwarming. Especially when you spend
hours in front of the mac, pouring your brains out and
illustrator-ing/ photoshop-ing/ indesign-ing like a mad cow.
All designers really need to feel is appreciated and not treated like a sweatshop warrior.
So...in view of my situation, knowing it myself,
what did i do? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Except - totally go wonky and drunky today
feeling so happy that i knocked off at 6:30 AT LAST,
produced fairly good work, cancelled meeting my client,
and postponed doing work with T-REE.
Leaving the whole evening for me and dave (:


GAHS.

I need a breather soon.
Someone shake me.


P.S
dragonboy,
thanks for being so understanding.
i love you to bits!




xoxo