That's the number of hours I work almost everyday.
I know I shouldn't sound deploring. But oh well, it's siphoning my energy day after day. The endless meetings, projects, daily KPIs, bosses' expectations and all. I seriously wished I have 36 hours a day or something.
However dreadful or burdening work is, I still very much need to work. Not just because of the dough I need to bring home, but more to fill up the soul. I guess without work, I'll be an empty shell.
I think I'm really turning into a workaholic. This is disastrously disturbing.
I foresee another 12 hours tomorrow.
"All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind." - Aristotle
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