Not What I Signed Up For

Just three, count them three, weeks out I am already asking myself, and now you, Is this really what I worked so long and hard for? Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace...blah, blah, blah...Signifying nothing. Those are the key parts at least. The point is that I, like Macbeth, think this shit kinda sucks. Granted, my wife isn't dead (she is alive and well) and I do not wish to die, I just need a job that is rewarding on some level. But still, I think Macbeth and I are getting at the same thing: there has to be something good about this but I don't f-ing see it. Hopefully things will work out a little better for me than they did for him. I hope that's not a spoiler for anyone.