A few weeks ago my brother called me. I was at work; he was at work. We both happened to be on break at the same time. Usually, if he tries to call me, I can’t answer. Then he hangs up and sends me a text message. It’s easier to communicate that way since we both work so much and such varying hours. On this phone call, he wanted to ask me a question: Is he a workaholic. My response: maybe.
You may recall that my brother wrote a post a while back about the freelancer’s work week. He’s a freelancer. I bring this up because lately he’s been working 80 hours a week. So he’s banking some money for if/when the work dries up. Freelancers have to do this. But is he going too far? I guess that’s what he called me to ask. Maybe. Right?
Still, I work 50 hours a week. Can you believe that’s less than the average American? It can be really hard to work less when you have the opportunity to make money, because you may not have that opportunity later. There are plenty of unemployed and underemployed Americans out there. What if the work dries up and suddenly we wished we had worked more and saved more when we had the chance? No one ever says, on their deathbed, that they wish they’re worked more, right? But some people might say, as they’re getting evicted, or choosing between buying medicine or buying food, that they wish they’d worked more hours when there were hours to be worked.
It’s that fear that can turn us into workaholics. To be honest, I’ve never been much of a worrier. I’ve started worrying a little more since having kids, especially now that we’re a single income family. My income. But I spend just as much time worrying that I spend too much time at work and not enough time with the family. I certainly don’t want my kids to think I’m a workaholic.
How much do you work? Is it worth it?