one of those "reality hitting me" moments

Urg. I'm just so depressed tonight. I hate being like this...I hate having to work...I just want to be at home with him.

Not here babysitting drunk idiots. Waking up idiots, or doing favors for ungrateful idiots.

Also thinking about the fact that I have to work for maybe 24 (+) years, made me want to stab my eyes out with scissors...