It's absurd, but I can't help but muse ...

So my job is from hell, but I get to live in Europe and earn gobs of money. Am I selling my soul to the devil? I think the only answer to that is, "yes," which pretty much sucks for me. I've spent the last two days feeling like someone is stabbing me in the stomach. My extensive searches on WebMD have brought me close to believing I have an ulcer. What else could I think? I hate my job, right? Each and every day I dream about saying, "go to hell! I don't need this $#@&." Still, I don't want to believe that my body is reacting to a small, professional hiccup that really isn't even bad unless you think about the looking in the mirror every morning and respecting yourself for who you are/what you do thing ... Everything else is good, right? Outside of work, everything is pretty good. I mean, I don't have a throng of friends in Holland looking to hang out with me, but that's what happens after college, RIGHT? (All caps means agree with me or die!) But, I get to come home every night to a man who I believe in, and who I'm certain believes in me. That's something I haven't felt since I've really grown up, so I feel pretty good about it. Oh, perfect job and a life of adventure (a given for me) and worldwide travel ... take me away!