- Someone who’s so addicted to work, that everything seems double.
- Starts with one, then mixes a couple of other. After a heady cocktail, starts all over again.
- Stays slumped in the chair, with a morose expression and a blank screen under the pretext of “thinking”.
- When there’s a call, swears (Gosh…work is also a 4-letter word people!) and drawls over the r’s and the l’s. Unintelligible conversation pursues.
- Calls everybody else a “moron”, thinks everything else is “funny”.
- Hates going to a meeting, and stifles the irrepressible yawn begging to be excused with the lamest of excuses “Oxygen depletion”.
- Staggers around, drunk in a pile of work.
- No hiccups, just goes on gulping it down, sometimes bottoms-up.
- Smiles when the work is piling. Laughs when it hits the ceiling.
- Is always right. Can’t argue there.
- Ain’t a stickler for time. Deadlines, yes. But not the coming in or going out.
- And once in, doesn’t bother to leave till the lights are out and the shutters are half down.
- Will work-ass-off or kick-ass to get work done.
- Got nothing to confide. Life is an open book. And the workplace gets most of the waking hours.
- No one questions, not even the big B. Comes dirt cheap, yet very effective you see.
- Rub salt, some lime and down a tequila. You’ll know what I mean. Got some more peanuts?
- Can’t stay off it, sometimes. Not even some weekends or those weak-days!
- Maybe it’s the hangover of yesterday. The head is pounding.
- The watering hole beckons. The bartender is ready with the cocktail.
- I’m headed to a de-addiction centre instead. Enuff said.
