Life sucks and then you die...

I want to go home. I want to go home and stay there for a week without having to wake up to my alarm clock. I want to be able to walk around the flat without brushing my hair for the whole day and I want to just sit infront of my tv and eat nachos. I've been to my new job for a bit over a month now. It's ok, it gives me money to do stuff but I really don't like few things about it. First of all, I don't like the fact that I am giving so much of me and getting so little in return. Every time someone calls I have to be chatty and a fun person, even if the customer calling me is a total misery and only complains about everything that there is wrong in their world. Like old people for example, they seem to always think that because they are old and sick they can get everything for free. Ok, yes, I do symphatise with them but it's not really a reason, is it? Today a man called here and asked me to go visit him because he liked my voice. He was probably old enough to be my dad... but I had to laugh and find something witty to reply because I have to keep the customers happy... I HATE THAT! I really like to think that I am a chatty person by nature but I guess I am not, I find small talk annoying and a total waste of time...