Typing With My Forehead

I'm sitting here, typing, dodging work. My job at this point annoys me so much that I'd prefer to enter commands using my forehead and closed fists. So bored. But it's not like the job your parents would warn you about... "You'll be digging ditches if you don't finish your homework!", I would hear. But it's another kind of labor. It's laborious. It's uninspiring. It's not creative. And it's thankless.

After thinking about how much I hate my job, I then feel guilty because I actually HAVE a job and I'm complaining and for GOD'S SAKE I'VE HAD WORSE JOBS and I should be thankful and so on and so on. I always wonder about those people that know from early on what they want to do when they grow up. How does that happen? When and how does that moment of clarity occur? Why hasn't it happened to me yet?

Well, at least my coffee's tasty.

Have you ever felt this way? Am I alone here? Leave me a message with your thoughts on this... so I know I'm not alone here...