Workaholics make it tough on everyone else. My boss is one. Of course, I don't take enough time to really enjoy life. It seems like I live to work, but I don't want that. I've missed out on too much.
I live to enjoy my life and to make a difference. I realize that work is a necessary part of that, so I insist on loving what I do. And I do. Works out nicely.
I consider myself a workaholic, since I have two jobs & no social life, though I don't love my work, I always feel I need to be doing something or else I'm wasting my whole fucking life.
First priority for me is my happiness. Then love, if there is any around for me. Then.. I guess .. my career. Gotta have drug money Somewhere in there goes family, but it's hard to balance family, love and happiness. They're really supposed to go together, ya know.
Oh to all of you who are frustrated with your lives, look up the Slow Living movement or the Slow movement in general.