All Work and No Play

I apologize once again for the lack of posting on here, it's just that I'm too damn busy. Seriously working for a living blows! My poor head is so stressed out from scheduling closings, working out DTI problems, and other annoying stips that I'm actually relived when all I have to do is go into the restaurant and deal with loud hungry thirsty customers. At least I know what they want and after I give it to 'em I actually get paid! I don't really know about this so called career I've gotten myself into. (So much so I almost straight up Quit last Friday) It doesn't really seem to fit me now does it? How great would it be to instead have that dream job, writing for Maxim, rather than wasting away here attempting to give someone an overpriced mortgage for an overpriced home? But hey you gotta do what you gotta do right? Let’s just hope that one day I can leave this all behind and get my happy ass down to the Caribbean to get fat and drunk and live forever watching bronze bikini-clad girls frolic in the surf. Now thats the life.