I HATE My Job

Yesterday, I realized I'd had it. I don't want to work in customer service anymore. I was daydreaming about writing a paper on a "little things" aesthetic. That began the persistent thought that it was time for me to go back to school. Maybe all this research I have doing about Aristotle, Plato, and Mythology is a subtle way of telling me that it's time to start seriously thinking about finding a profession I like. Or something.

I'm hoping I'll find a clear and more defined answer when I go down to the city at the end of the week. Also, I want to get my driving finalized before I go down there, so maybe that will help, too. All I know is that I can't dismiss my feelings about my job anymore.