Workoholic

My boss talks about nothing else than work...it seems like it's all he can think of -work. It makes me wonder...do we live to work, or work to live? My boss spends 300 days/year at a hotel... He's about 45 years old and single(surprise!), but is of course very good at what he does.

So, what is work? Is it an escape from reality, or is it reality. Is it good to have a job that you love so much that you will stay there until late at night...and maybe come in for the weekend. Or is it better to have a 9-5 job, and do something else with your life...spend time with family & friends, hang out with people you love.

I think we have switched focus... We spend more and more time away from home with people we hardly know. We take care of our computer better than our kids. We put energy into meetings and coworkers, not into relationships. And then we go...ah, shit...my relationship ended. Ah shit...I hardly know my kid... But at the same time, I have a lot of money. Great. Right? So what is the focus...and what should it be?

*Singing* Money makes the world go round, the world go round, the world go round... It sure does...but it also makes people loose sight of the basics in life. Love, family, friends, connections. Cause it must be nicer to grow old with people than with a thick wallet...or can we take it with us when we leave this planet?

In my eyes, my boss doesn't have a life. He spends his days flying around the world meeting new and old people in suits, discussing company stuff and eating fancy dinners... He sleeps at a hotel, and have no family... I can't imagine that he has that many friends either, cause he can never have time to see them. He lives to work. Well, it's his chose and he might be happy...but I really think he's missing out. For god sake, he has never even used a microwave oven...