How am I supposed to go to job every day where I never leave with a sense of accomplishment. I mean, for chrissake, I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up and when I think about it all that I see is a big blank shrug. I never feel like I've accomplished anything when I leave work every night. And now it looks like our hours are going to be pure hell after Thanksgiving. After Thanksgiving we'll be working 12 to 11 every day of the week, and then on Saturday, our supposed day off, we'll be working from 9-2. How in the fuck am I supposed to be at work at 9 in the morning if they're not letting me go home until 11... which isn't actually 11. It's actually 11:30 or later depending on how many people are left in the queue when it closes at 11. Then it's an hour drive home so that's one-ish. I have to get up at 6:30 in order to get to work at 8:30 for a 9 shift... Yay! I get to sleep for 5 1/2 hours after working for 11+ hours. And throw two hours of driving in there on a two lane country road... I'm probably going to die some weekend. I'll just fall asleep at the wheel and careen into a tree. for fuck's sake when did I become such a whiny little shit. I don't have anyone to talk to about this, because it's just more of me bitching. I don't feel like I have anyone to talk with without sounding ungrateful for being employed. I want to sit down and cry because I have no social life anymore. I left all of my friends in Dallas. I sit on my ass all day. All I do anymore is eat... I'm just getting fatter and fatter every day. And even though I've been clean for 9 months, I want to take up smoking again just so that I'll have something to look forward to each day. But I can't cry because I'm too exhausted. All that I want is something that makes me feel productive. Like I've accomplished something. Cause right now, all that I feel like is that I've sold something else and made someone else some more money. I feel empty. Assuming I don't get fired for my poor numbers... I don't see how I'll ever last a year at this.