Workaholic

Its 10pm.
I'm still at the office.
But i'm not working. Oh no.
I'm chilling. Surfing the net, listening to music and chatting to mates.

Why?

Cos I really don't want to go home.

Why?

Two words: P and Joyce.

I will probably leave in teh next hour so that i can catch the last train home, crawl into bed by 1am and get up tomorrow at 7am (i know, it should be 6am) to be at work by 9am and then leave work at 6pm to be at the pub by 7pm so that I can finish my shift by 12:30am then get home by 2am only to start the whole thing again.
And then P and Joyce get upset when I spend Sunday doing chores and mooching.

Granted, I do usually work until 8pm anyway.

But this doesn't make me a workaholic. Does it?