A relative of mine recently visited us in Asia for two weeks. She works a normal kind of job. Nothing fancy or high powered. She is paid by the hour. Dreads some aspects of work, loves other parts, but for the most part just does what she needs to do to bring home an income to keep the household going.
About a week into her visit, she pulled me aside and said, “Mr. Zero [no, she doesn’t really call me a Zero], I am worried about you. You are obviously doing great, but the amount that you work is just not right.”