Withdrawal Symptoms (Not from Drugs, but from Work)

On Resignation Day: This is it.

After Resignation Day: Now, I've done it.

I'm used to working. I become so attached to my previous work that I kinda missed it.

(I know, I know. This post is starting to become one of those lame i-miss-something posts)

Now, I have job with flexible hour hours. We don't have time-in's and time-out's. Heck, I don't even have a work assignment. I'll be a bum for a day, or perhaps a week, a month or for a year... with pay!

To other people, that would be a most pleasant thought. Getting paid for doing nothing. Money for nothing. But for me, the idea of no-work would be pretty disturbing and terrible to think about.

I might(most likely) be suffering from some form of withdrawal.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not really a workaholic. It's just that I gave up almost every hobby I had. Reading books, midnight cycling, hiking, sketching, watching por*. I got so hooked on being a corporate employee that my projects have a higher priority over spending time with my family.

(that paragraph might as well sound or read like a workaholic confession)

(Just to be clear. When I stated "priority", I meant it's something that I wanted and not something forced upon me. It's not "priority" like one those my-boss-made-do-it or employer-defined priorities)

It's not just the work that I miss. I miss my former teammates, the discussions(both work and non-work related), the bugs and the incomplete specifications. I also miss the activities considered by many as waste-of-the-company's-money: spending hours talking about anything, checking out cute babes, taking a peek what the lovebirds are doing in the other cubes, disturbing the younger teammates, goofing around using office chairs, spamming network messages.

So when I wrote "work", I meant everything that I used to do: the official work and all the accompanying ice/boredom breakers(both within and outside formal corporate norms).

Sigh. Now, you know why I started blogging again.