I'm a workaholic, and a lot of girls don't know how to deal with a workaholic.
I think I'm a workaholic, but I'm a workaholic that is loving his work.
My dad was a workaholic. I saw him work seven days a week.
I'm a workaholic. I could easily work 300-plus days of the year.
I like time off. I'm not a workaholic.
For quite a while I called myself a workaholic. I was proud of that label. Then one day it hit me; a workaholic is a label for an unproductive person.
I'm a workaholic. My listeners, I think, they know me as a workaholic already. But, you know, work is my love.
When you're in this league, you have to do something every single day. You have off days, but those off days are usually watching film.
Really, off days for soccer players are just recovery days. You're trying to get off your feet as much as possible.
We came from nothing really. One house. Ten people. Even days the lights was off. The worst days was not eating. Surviving off rice and toast.
I work, to this day, from morning to night, seven days a week. I'm always working two, three years ahead of my own timeline; I'm a workaholic.
I've always been a workaholic. I reckon, on average, I've had less than one day a year off in my working career.
Some days felt longer than other days. Some days felt like two whole days. Unfortunately those days were never weekend days. Our Saturdays and Sundays passed in half the time of a normal workday. In other words, some weeks it felt like we worked ten straight days and had only one day off.
I find the term 'workaholic' to be distasteful because it reminds me of the harried-looking lawyers I recall chained to their desks through nights and weekends during my lawyer days years ago.
Did I have rough days? Days I didn't want to train? Days I thought my career would never get back off the ground and possibly be over? Absolutely.
Without fail, the days that I start off the right way with a little devotional time and putting God first. Those days are really good days.