Confusing

Why must life be so confusing? I know what it is that I want or that I need to do, but when I finally do it or get it I don't want it so much anymore. Or even when I do like it I still dread having to do it. I am going about this in a round about way but what I am mostly talking about is my job. I really like it, I have had fun so far in this week of work, the other employees are nice and it is fun talking to all of the different people I am helping. Some of them are nice and talk to me like I am actually a real person, but, others seem to be under the impression that I am a stupid humanoid that is only there to cater to their every whim and be blamed for the bad day they are having. But overall I like it and though I am only making minimum wage it seems worth it. So, the question is that if I like my job so much, and I do, why do I dread going every time I have to go? Well I really don't know. It was the same way when I worked on a farm over the summer, I loved it (I really did Aubree, so don't laugh at me) but I never wanted to go in the morning when the time to leave had come. I think that it has to do with the fact that going to work is required, I can't just skip because I am tired or just lazy, I have to go. That is a responsibility that is hard for me to accept I want to be free and able to do anything that I want to do. It would be so much easier to go if I could decide to skip out. I want to go to work, but I don't want to HAVE to go. That is my final and conclusive analysis, I don't want to have to do anything, that is how I get my blog done on time I pretend that it is just my for fun weekly thing that just happens to count for English credit.