When did I become a workaholic?

I remember Rev. Nixon asking Rachel if she was okay with her husband being a workaholic (he read me right, huh?). She said yes, but I still feel sorry for her. I work like 10-12 hours a day, six days a week (and then 3-4 hours on day 7…I know, naughty). Summer was supposed to be slower. I guess it is a bit slower than during the semester, but it’s actually been just as busy, if not moreso because I wake up an hour or two later than during the school year, so I work later (I just got done working at lik 11:20 pm, ugh).

It has its benefits. I don’t think I would have gotten Instructor of the Year if I wasn’t a workaholic, and I am making about $20k more than when we moved here (not that it really feels like it because it’s all going to summer savings and the American Federal Government), but sometimes it’s so draining. I can only justify it knowing that I am getting two months of vacation (i.e. I only have to work remotely a few hours a day!).

Ugh, come Spokane, pleeease.

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