Yes I'm probably going to bill in another 14-hour work day. If you tell me I earn too much again I shall offer to trade jobs. I earn plenty, but I work plenty too thank-you-very-much. But more than that I'm very, very good at what I do. And I intend to get even better. So no, I can't make it to dinner tonight, and I don't get Saturdays off, and I often end up working Sundays. Yes, I'm always in meetings, and I have no idea when I'll be free. But darling, before you get too caught up in explaining to me why your mediocre lifestyle is - in fact - enviable remember this: I make twice as much as you do, and I work twice as hard as well. But when I stop working, my love, I party twice as hard also! A year from now, when I finally manage to save enough to make it to that exotic vacation I'm dreaming off, you'll still be making Saturday-night dinner plans. And that works for you, because you're content in your mediocrity. But please don't call me up and try to explain to me why you think - in your limited world view - why my priorities are all fucked up. And PLEASE don't try to tell me that I'd save more money if I spent less, instead of earning more. I think your arguments are stupid. I'm happier sans roommate. I like being extravagant. I like making money. I like pretty things. Don't impose your lifestyle on me, and I won't turn around and tell you that you lack ambition, that you're entirely too easily pleased, and that you're not-in-the-least-bit professional.
Truth is, I'm not married to my job, you're cheating on yours.