Workaholic in Training

I wonder what I am working for.

Each day is pass in a daze. Lessons, kids, lecturing, teaching, adminitration, preparation, reading, copying, writing...

I am turning into the corporate zombie I always dreaded. Attuned to work, immune to play. Playing the game to get ahead, making no sense of life. I watch my friends around me change. Changed by the monotony that is working life, change as life deals them a poor hand, a joker card. Laughter turns to solemnity...

I miss the chill out sessions. I miss partying all night. I miss the care free life I used to enjoy. Most of all, I miss my friends... "(