Portrait of a Workaholic
Angry red notification bubbles pepper my devices. Tupperwares of leftovers go uneaten in the fridge. A stack of colorful, empty folders sits on my desk, waiting patiently for me to get my shit together. The coffeemaker is perpetually filled with coffee, the primary substance I consume.
This is life as a workaholic.
I’ve written a lot about burnout and productivity, and I have a confession to…