Life and times of a workaholic

Are You – or Someone You Know – a Workaholic?
by Randall S. Hansen, Ph.D.

Does this scenario sound familiar to you? You love your work and are responsible for multiple projects and tasks that continue to be assigned to you or your group. You actually thrive on the multiple deadline pressures. Or perhaps you hold multiple jobs or own your own business. Your work hours are long, your at-home hours short, and your sleep hours few. Vacations and social visits with friends are a distant memory. Your only hobby is your job.

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I admit it…this is me. I can’t help it! I try oh so hard but I just get too dang passionate about stuff! The summer has been wilder than the school year…hard to believe, but true. I’ve been a terrible blogger most because I’ve been trying to keep up with TWO blogs – check out my new PDP blog. But luckily I have friends that do a great job with their blogs so I can easily tell my stories through them.

After the wildly successful garage sale two weeks ago, I went to my friend Lisa’s house for a Jr. High / High School get-together with old friends. Read all about the “Good Times: here: Jen’s Blog

Last week, Emily and I were off the CKU San Jose. We had a fabulous time!! Even got a pedicure! Emily’s recap is here: Emily’s Blog.

While I am back into my workaholic mode, I have had the fun of bringing the kids up to the office a lot more. Either Nolen or Ella come up and hang with me every day. Yesterday I had all THREE here together…that was a little much… I’m just so thrilled that they want to come up here. They actually beg to, and if I sneak out of the house without one of them I inevitably get a phone call that asks that I drive back to get them.

I remember going with my dad to work as a child. Those are really some of my best memories and no doubt the beginnings of my workaholic tendencies. My dad supported our very middle class family of 4 kids with a “roach coach”…one of those silver catering trucks that feed offices and construction sites. Needless to say, we were the most popular house on the street. Every childs dream come true…a silver truck with chips, cokes, candy and crap! I had to get up at about 5 am to go with my dad to work. We loaded the truck at a central place where all the catering trucks loaded up. It was still dark outside and I’ll never forget all the hurried people running around, getting ready for the day. I loved eating a fresh warm glazed donut and drinking hot chocolate while waiting in the truck cab for my dad to finish. Then off to the first stop. My dad would blare his horn to the theme of the lone ranger and out came scads of people. I would accesorize with my very own changer on my waist. I desperately wanted to be involved in selling so I would make a sign: “Pay me for cigarettes”. The cigs were kept on a large tray on the passenger side of the truck, so I would just open the door and stand there and try to get customers to pay me as they chose from Marlboro Lights or Kool 100s Menthol. Oh, those were the days…8 years old, hawking cigarrettes. Seriously though, I loved every second of it.

Nolen has spent a considerable time up here packaging things for the next garage sale on July 8th. He fully intends to have his own booth and tells me he’ll split the money he makes with me. So generous considering it’s all my stuff anyway:)

I’m off to a short family vacation in Rockport, TX …not a place most would consider their first choice as a vacation spot but for me and my family it’s perfect! A little sun, fishing, and relaxing is just what this workaholic needs.

I hope every one has a fantastic 4th of July. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!