Workaholics are not made, I don't think. They are crafted1 by finding a worker who has found that ineffable3 sweet spot of having stuff to do that's not too dull, too stressful, or too loud, and gently ladling them with cupped handfuls of work that's been spiced with carefully encouraging words, and a sense of self importance4 that's not smug or inflated but carefully sold to be a part of a bigger purpose.
Well, that's the reason I'm camouflaging my recent endorsement of properly corporate being and participation. Hippie me5 would vomit in my ear. And not in a sexy way.