You arrive first in the morning, before the sounds of the photocopier starts humming all day, and you leave last at night, long after the photocopier has stopped its daily sing.
When you're not physically in the office, you check emails. On your phone.
Every "normal" thought is punctuated by that spreadsheet. You just. can't. switch. off.
You spend Saturday night and Sunday morning in bed, on your laptop looking at workey things.
You enjoy work.
You feel 'guilty' about all the above, but can't do anything to stop!
Help! Ha ha!