workaholic

I had a thought yesterday about whether I'd become the kind of person who is married to their jobs, and then I thought about whether the only kind of people who even have that thought enter their heads are the kind of people who are applicable to become married to their jobs.


I've been staying late for the past few weeks, although I don't think it's unwarranted.  I don't stay late because I don't like to be at home or out on the town, but I do it because I moved into my new position right in the middle of a busy season and I want to learn things quickly.  With the sizeable influx of titles coming in and me trying to learn everything, I spent the first few weeks of my new job just getting the actual work done during my regular hours, and then I'd stay late and go over things I didn't fully understand so I could do it better the next day.  Yesterday was the first time in the past month that I left on time, and I'll probably stop staying so late since I'm more competent now and since everything is starting to wind down a bit.


One of the things I like best about where I work is that they have a health facility downstairs staffed with doctors, nurses, and a gynecologist.  This is just for wellness visits, so they don't replace my primary care physician, but it's still excellent.  This way I don't need to take a day off for general check ups.


I popped in there yesterday for the first time ever to get my flu shot, and was quite pleased at the service.  The doctor who gave me the vaccine was excellent with the syringe.  I've never had a shot done so quickly and painlessly.  I was in such awe that after she finished I embarassingly blurted out, "THAT'S IT?  ARE YOU SURE YOU INJECTED ANYTHING?!"