“I am married to my work”
Some idiot somewhere in the world utters this. The motives can be many.
Not to commit to a relationship. To show that s/he has a career that is very important. To convey that the job is rocking even if s/he feels it is a load of crap. There is nothing to do, but it sounds good to say it. Need to justify wearing a tightly-knotted tie in humid weather or a power-dressing skirt that shows you are more of an ass than anyone imagined.
So, to all those who work their butts and their heads off so much that they are married to the desk, chair, files, coffee-maker, computer monitor, conference room, agendas, strategy, and other stuff, here are my questions:
Do you have one night stands?
If you have a real partner, do you call that partner a mistress/whatever they call the other man?
Who cooks and cleans?
Are you with one person when you produce a baby or is it an orgy that gives it birth? In that case, who can claim paternity/maternity?
Do you realise you look like a buffoon each time you enter your office and they say you don’t come on time?
Or are you one of those who likes to say, “I am making love” when after those 15 seconds of fame you turn over and start smoking, napping, answering a call…hey, if Bill Clinton could , then why not you?
So, yeah, you are married to your work.
Now tell me: Do you f**k or do you get f****d?