forty schmorty.

Tonight marks the end of my "regular work week." I took a whole seven days off from the pharmacy, partially to retain my sanity and also to experience a 40 hour work week. After seven days, I can officially upload my picture next to the definition of Workaholic.

When I first approached my manager with the notion of taking off a week, I said that I needed some time off so that I did not get burned out. I figured, a week off from the chaos that is the pharmacy would be good for me - I would be able to get some errands run, watch some television, and catch up on rest. Though I was able to achieve all these, I still lacked a sense of accomplishment. By the third day, I was feeling lazy. What the hell was wrong with me? Instead of enjoying my time away from a second job, I was yearning for work.

I have concluded that my life is driven by a sense of urgency and deadlines. When I work 12 hours a day, I know that I only have 12 remaining hours to work with. I am more motivated and manage my time better when there is a lot going on.

In grade school, I kept busy by being involved in a number of clubs and holding officer positions in many of them. In college, in addition to working part-time and being involved with Greek life, I averaged 15-17 hours each semester. I do not know of any other way. 40 hour work weeks are overrated if you ask me.