I don't want to work. There. I said it. I'm lazy and indulgent, and no matter how hard I want to be one of those people has to be doing something, I'm not. I fucking love watching TV, spending all day shopping, and drinking coffee with friends. I have dreams but I guess my hangup is spending most of my time working. Two measly days a week off? What if I want to travel far away? What it rains all weekend long and Monday happens to be sunny and breezy? Tomorrow I start a new job...the thought of it makes me cringe. My lover says I need to be self-employed...I just want to travel, read tons of books, and have a pig sanctuary with a lot of helpers 
stomp:
Even though I had a hard time believing it myself, I actually found a job I like. They are out there. 
Good luck on your first day of work.
Good luck on your first day of work.
morgan:
I'm the same way, the exact same way.