I feel as though I might have made a wrong decision somewhere in the past six months.

I don't want to go to sleep tonight, for tomorrow I wake up and go to work as a bank teller making minimum wage.

It isn't the minimum wage that bothers me...just the meaninglessness and emptiness of the job.

The only reason we left Boston was because I could not work at the bookstore another minute with the possibility of a social work opportunity.

Now here I am, going back to working a similar job...but in Ironton, instead of Boston.

What happened?