Where'd the work week go?

Coming home from work sometimes does not feel like coming home from work. I know most people hate having to take the job home and just want to spend time with the family. I, on the other hand, have a different view of it. Maybe its weird, maybe its something I may want to go see someone over, but I love work. I love going to and being at work, and unlike others, taking work home gives me a strange kind of accomplished feeling. You see, If i don't feel like I've worked my ass off for my money, then I feel like I don't have the right job. Not only the right job, but If I earn such an amount not working my ass off, then there must be a much higher salary out there whilst working a bit more off my ass off, which I am willing to do anyway...ooo..imagine..more money and more work! That would be heaven to me!! I know some of you are saying bit your tongue sweety, because when I do get all that work and those papers start engulfing my desk Ill be dreading my words. BUT, you see, I don't imagine that ever happening. In fact I like work and working so much, that I am willing to sacrifice love and friendship relationships for it. I know, I know, it sounds sick and obsessive, but its true. I have no problem of climbing up the ladder of success and stepping on a few hands on the way there. I have worked so hard to fill this brain with all this useful and useless information that not using it at work will be a complete waste. Plus, I am a true believer that people that work more, live more...Now, anybody have paperwork they want me to look over? :)