Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'...

Anyone remember that Dolly Parton song, 9to 5? Here are the lyrics:

Tumble outta bed
And stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawnin, stretchin, try to come to life
Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin
Out on the streets
The traffic starts jumpin
And folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Chorus:Workin 9 to 5What a way to make a livin
Barely gettin by
Its all takin
And no givin
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
Its enough to drive you
Crazy if you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that
I would deserve a fair promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss wont seem to let me in
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
Mmmmm...They let your dream
Just a watch em shatter
Youre just a step
On the boss mans a ladder
But you got dream hell never take away
On the same boat
With a lot of your friends
Waitin for the day
Your ship'll come in
And the tides gonna turn
An its all gonna roll you away
Chorus
9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
Theres a better life
And you think that I would daunt you
Its a rich mans game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Going funny if you want it

If you aren't a Dolly Parton fan, I'm sad for you. But anyway, that song is a bit extreme, and I'm actually working either 10am-11pm or 8am-5pm. I'm not complaining, it's just a lot sometimes. And I miss camp. Like crazy. I keep looking at the clock and telling myself, "Oh, the kids are in the mess hall, they're at group activity, they're outcamping...." on and on...and I wonder if I made the right decision. Does God approve of my decision? Or have I been selfish? "I want to get paid more, I want to be close to John Michael, I want to live off-campus..." I ache for camp sometimes. And no one really understands, and if they do, they're at camp right now! I'm tearing up just writing about.
About my jobs, I'm working at Residence Life at Texas A&M as a student worker. Answering phones, typing, delivering mail (In a golf cart! WOOO! It's pretty sweet), office assistant type stuff. Slowly working toward understanding "office politics" as John Michael calls them. I'm also a brand new student worker at the Texas A&M Large Animal Hospital, which is where I am currently writing (can't you tell how hard I am working??) I'm messing up a lot. I am new and the only one who doesn't know what she's doing. There's just so much to learn, about the phones and the quirks of the veterinarians (let's put it this way, they're not the types to say, "Hey it's ok! You're learning! Let's hold hands and sing Kum Bah Yah!") and the clients...whew. And let me tell you something else, 7:30 on a Saturday morning does actually exist! And God hates the world before 9am. Those are my jobs. They are exhausting, but they are paying my rent (which is kind of fun to be paying by myself!) More on the joys of being on my own later (living in a cute little house with some AMAZING roommates, riding my bike everywhere...other neat novelties). Not sure how coherent this blog was, but I feel better.