My head feels heavy. My back hurts. This leg hurts. My eyes struggle to lead me to close the door for me to visit the dream world. I feel this is enough. But I'm still struggling to survive. This daily work must be completed.
Since the plane crashed some time ago. I always feel scared on planes. I try not to sleep before flying. The goal is that when I sit in the seat, my eyes should be closed and open by the time the plane arrives at its destination. In fact I can't sleep. When the plane shakes due to the weather. This heart immediately weakened.
We did take the first flight schedule. Before the sun shows the beauty of light. It's just that, during turbulence, my memory immediately brought me to the memory of my friend who was a victim when his plane crashed into the sea.
Because of that, I became more and more sick. I told myself I had to endure. This task in South Kalimantan must be carried out properly. I can't give up on the situation. Three more days. I will return to Jakarta. After that, if I have to get sick, I can accept that.
When we left the airport, employees from the branch office had already picked us up and brought us to the office in Banjarmasin, South Kalimantan. Oh this is really heavy. We immediately followed wherever our leader went. In fact, this activity in accordance with the letter of assignment was carried out tomorrow, not today.
I'm really sleepy and want to sleep. But I have to keep working. I pray that we can enjoy sleep tonight. This agency has refused to be forced to work as before. You know, I never slept for three nights. But that was then, that was a long time ago. Now? I couldn't sleep for just one night.
I add coffee, whenever there is time for a break. I drank a cup of coffee. I have to endure until today's activities are over. One glass is not enough to keep me going. I added another cup of coffee. I forgot how many cups of coffee to fight sleepiness. It's really heavy.
I read an article that surprised me. From Diane M. Fassel, author of 'Working Ourselves to Death', this person says that Workaholism is an addiction to constant activity. I could fall into this category.
Then, Diane M. Fassel explained that this behavior continues even though they are aware that it is harmful to themselves, which ultimately undermines the quality of work.
I don't agree with Diane. To some extent, I haven't felt like I've made a mistake in my work. I even finished the job sick.
However, there are friends who are lazy to work become angry. They told me to rest. Not because they care. But they don't want to be complicated.
They are lazy man even in good health. If sick, then it is certain that they will not work for a long time or until the boss orders someone else to take over their duties.
It's just that I do feel something is different. My memory is fading. I rarely see friends. I can forget my friend's name. That's a problem.
There is another view that says that I should be diligent in exercising. My friend said, a healthy body can support activities that are 'workaholic'. What do you think? I expect some good advice from you.
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