Take This Job

I don't like my new job. This isn't really that surprising since I've never actually had a job I've liked, but I thought this one might be different. It had all of the ingredients to be "the one". I have my own little office, all the snacks I could hope for, and a really nice computer with a built in camera. I've used it to take this picture of my millions of Dry Erase boards. Which is one of the things I don't like. I am literally surrounded on all sides by gigantic Dry Erase boards. It's like no one in this place would have any clue what was going on if it weren't spelled out for them with colored markers. My boss is this gay guy who has no idea he's gay. He carries a Jack Spade messenger bag. He loves when I bring him issues of Men's Health magazine that for some reason show up in my mailbox. The cover of Men's Health always has some shirtless muscular hot guy and I'm pretty sure that's why boss man gets so excited. He is super uptight and pretends to be laid back, which is worse that just being uptight. He is very into furniture and clothes and I wish he would just fuck a dude and get off my back.
But I'm really trying to be more positive.
Especially since my very recent ex-boyfriend told me that I am a very negative person. What a sweetheart.
So here goes. They pay me well, some of the people are nice, there's tons of booze around - some of which I've already taken home.
It's certainly not all bad. But I really thought that by this point in my life I would be doing something that I actually like. I guess part of the problem is that I don't know what I like. I like eating crackers with cream cheese. I like riding my bike. I like watching Scrubs. I like having sex. I don't really think that I could do any of those things for a living. Except the sex. But I don't really want that to be my job. What would I tell my parents?