This happens every time I think about getting a job. I get all excited about all the $$$$ I could make and all the stuff I could buy, but then I realize that if I had a job, I would have a significantly lesser desire for such things as I would not have nearly as much time to enjoy them.

This time, I actually DID get a job. It's OK I guess, but seriously, what's the point of making money if most of your time is spent working? This is bullshit.