An apple a day

After a lot of thinking and a few sleepless nights I have come to one conclusion. I hate my job. I know before I loved it. And there are still plenty of parts that i love about it. But instead of helping people achieve their goal in buying a home or refi'ing to pay some debt down to get in a better position. I now feel like a drone. A zombie with a tie. I want to break free of this mold but in these times its so hard to make that change. I miss being happy to come to work. And happy to help. Now from the moment I get in I start the countdown until i leave. I hate it. And here I vent and when we tape and the ideas that come from a 2010 YOTT when we talk...theres happiness. Maybe one day i can figure it out. Maybe it will get better. Maybe I will make my mare on society and I will get the fame and happiness I want. Or maybe I better get to work so I make quota.

I would have liked to take a trip to Tieronto