Zombies

It's just about 1.5 weeks more to my holiday now and I've been living at the edge of chaos for the past couple of days. Extremely tight deadlines and a humongous pile of junk work from clients with unrealistic expectations. I've been leaving the office at 9.00pm, barely surviving on a couple hours of sleep. I look trashy and unkempt. My clothes are not pressed properly and my face stubbly from being unshaved. I feel like a zombie whose main purpose in life is to work, work and work. Someone please remind me why did I choose to work in accounting?