ode to chucking it all in

I've been battling with the overwhelming urge to just chuck it all in and explain to my boss that I am sooooooo unbusy and that I feel soooo useless. but I think I'm going to fight that for a bit...

she knows and if they didn't want me they would have chucked me out by now... kind of does your head in after a while... the chimes of that awful word 'career' start to ring in the back of my mind and the paranoia feeling that I've taken a job waaaay below my abilities in some aspects and beyond in others nags me... what the hell am I doing here? Why can't I save any money and just chuck this all in and buy a nice little bed and breakfast and have my mum and grandparents move to the place and help me run it... guess they would first have to come to terms with my gayness... do you think the bribe of a life in the sun at a lovely bed and breakfast by the sea could bribe them into just accepting that part of my life? God, imagine if I could do that, sounds like I could solve all life's problems in one go! *runs off to sell soul to buy a bed and breakfast by the sea*