where is the satisfaction?

I spent the very last month of 2009 working and working… yes contrary to what people is doing, taking holidays, clearing up leave, catch up with friends, yada yada yada. I spent most of my days in the office, I didn’t have any leave to clear obviously, and yes, I wish I could join my many friends who are clearing leave and spending afternoon in delicious and doing about Christmas shopping…

Working during holiweek is usually quite fun, d boss cut you some slack, the people are merrier, your colleague offer you expired cookies . …(what turf!!!), you print photos from the office, you forward some forward emails, you go online and chat with your other friends who also work on holiweek…..and the list go on….

Ok, bac to the story, since I was having some holiweek mood,and I have some free time to kill…. I get to observe these funny people at my work place, and one of them is the sicko nut case workaholic. Being petite and obstruct by high cubicles, there is a advantage of me being able to observe them and they???... they dun even know that I practically existed.

I find human behavior rather amusing, that one person whom you usually project as fun and nice would act differently when the big boss is around, they are well guard of their actions and speech and because we do not operate in an IT industry or call centre when everyone cuts everyone slack, the tension would built up and it can be quite alarming.

Mind you that I work in an organization which my floor consist of mostly 95% women. U can imagine the headache…every woman is a wonderwoman….

I always wonder how far can a woman go to be to considered a workaholic?
What if she’s married? Does she need time to shop, every woman enjoys that, buying clothes? Diapers ? milk ? groceries?
Or does she rush home to go see her kids, unless its not hers? Duh…
Or does she have responsibility to do at home? Cooking? Laundry? Ironing?
Does she also pay the utilities at home?
Would she prefer to stay single and not get married given a second chance?
What is the joy of working like a donkey at office and at home and become restless and tired at the end of the day?
What gives ??