So sue me for being a workaholic

I love my job. I love the people I work with and I will always have a soft spot for the industry.

In fact, I love my job so much I work for ten hours a day, six days a week.

So pretty much, I don't go out anymore and my way to let out some steam is to sleep on my one and only day off every week.

I get home at around midnight and just crash for five hours and I have to get up again in the morning.

I miss having lazy days. To sleep in and just go online every single day. But that's the kind of luxury I could no longer afford.

It's because you're growing up. You're getting more mature, mum said.

I totally agree. I don't call in sick for work anymore when I know I'll be having a big night.

I'd rather work than head out to town with my friends.

And I book double shifts at work and I always work someone else's shift when they call in sick.

I love work so much people think I have my own hotel room because, I pretty much live there.

Crazy people.

In-house guests know me by name [duh, the name badge] but regular restaurant guests know me as well.

I get 50 dollars on tips and am now currently supervising the minibar at work.

Life is good. Everything is just about perfect.

Makes me scared though. It's like a calm right before the storm. But my life's been constantly good since I got back together with Emmet.

Maybe he's my good luck charm.

Another reason to keep him around with me.