Okay, I have unwittingly become a workaholic. I am in that select group of nutcakes that actually wants to go to work and spend a long time there. What a weirdo. I am now working about 70 hours a week. I know, it’s crazy.
So why the hell I am subjecting myself to this kind of torture? Don’t I have a life outside of work? A woman? Don’t I need to unwind? The answer to all of these questions is a resounding “YES”. It’s for all of these reasons and more that I am working my butt off. My wife and I recently moved into downtown Vancouver, BC. And we love it. The only problem is that it costs a fortune to live there. Hence, work hard I must in order to maintain our lifestyle.
So that’s the why. Enough with that. Now I want to talk about how I am finding it’s affecting my health. Where to begin… let’s see, well there’s the fact that I am SUPER tired and nervous at the same time (it’s a very spacey sort of feeling). I’m finding it hard to concentrate. I’m gaining weight, and … this is the part you’re probably all interested in … my hair is falling out like crazy!. I’m not too worried about that though because I know what to do. CUT MY HOURS! Come January I’ll fall back on a much more reasonable schedule (try about 48 hours a week work). For now, I need the dough, so I guess the hair has got to go.
This is stress-induced hair loss, and I doubt it will be permanent. Just last week, before I started the nasty work schedule, I was losing very little hair. My hair loss treatments were doing the job of maintaining it for me. I guess we’ll see shortly if I can grow it back. I’ll be posting new pics soon. Stay tuned.