Life’s too short to give a crap about working myself to death. I’m alive and I’m happy, and I clock out at 40 hours. I have friends and hobbies that I love, and

Life’s too short to give a crap about working myself to death. I’m alive and I’m happy, and I clock out at 40 hours. I have friends and hobbies that I love, and that’ll matter infinitely more to me in my final moments than spending a few more hours toiling away for some faceless money machine that only cares when I’m gone because of the paperwork it creates.