I am a self-confessed workaholic. I actually enjoy working a 10-12 hour day and going to work on weekends. I love my cubicle and I actually feel very at home there. No, I am not being sarcastic. I really do! Partly because we have a total casual laid back attitude which includes flexible hours (we are so flexible I sometimes go at 6 am and sometims start my day at noon), no dress code and a foozball table. It’s usually a mishmash of crazy intelligent smart people who have interesting and weird conversations. But after a hectic few months and a totally upside down personal life I decided to take a day off, to relax and do nothing other than spend it at home “doing nothing”. To make a very long disturbing story of my day terribly short, I ended up running errands all day in the heat and humidity and relaxing for 2 and a half minutes while waiting for the traffic lights to go green. I realised I am not taking anymore days off, they tend to suck for me, and they always fall apart.