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I married a workaholic

I married a workaholic - Karen Parisi

Have you ever tried to give bad news to someone who is so focused on his job, that he barely remembers it’s passed five and time to go home? My husband is working for a company of hybrid system Toronto for couple of months now. He is in love with this last project. I have never seen someone so passionate about their work.

I guess it must be feeling awesome to work on something that you are passionate of. I can’t really relate, since I only have a job that helps me pay the mortgage, it’s not my dream job. Actually I am not sure that I know what my dream job would be. Maybe something involving children or painting. Though I don’t really see myself spending eight hours per day teaching. Painting, yes, I wouldn’t mind at all. The only downturn would be the money issue. Until becoming famous and selling my paintings for a decent amount, I better keep my current job.

It ain’t perfect, but brings a steady income.

This evening I received a phone call from our veterinary doctor, that they would have to put our dog to sleep. The tumour has spread and it was too late for surgery. The vet suggested that our best option would be to put Daisy to sleep and avoid any unnecessary suffering for her. 

I was delegated to pass on the news to my husband. It was not an easy task, believe me. He adored the dog as much as one of our kids.

Since this was a delicate matter, I thought it would be better to talk to him face to face, rather than calling. Thus I asked my mother to stay with the kids for a day and I drove to Toronto to see hubby. He was not expecting me. As far as he knew, I was home with the kids. 

When I got to his office, it was close to six o’clock. I knew he was working late, as usual. Except him and the guardian in the hallway, there was no one in the office. He had quite a shock when he heard me calling his name. He got startled. Instead of questioning me on my unexpected visit, he started to present me the latest features that he had developed. I had to stop him and ask him to have a seat, as I was bringing some bad news. Only then he asked how were the kids or if something had happened.

À propos de l’auteur :


Hello, my name is Karen Parisi. I am a young student who is passionate about life and I really love the Internet. My blog is a creative place where I talk about my daily life and my passions. I warn you, my projects and my tastes are very diverse and it will quite an adventure to read me.