Being an Adult - More Frequent Bad Days

I keep telling myself that I won't be a real adult until I can afford a place with a backyard so that I can have a big furry dog to mess it up. This has always been my marker of adulthood. I also attach the requirement for a garage or at least a carport to qualifying adulthood.

I change my mind. I'm an adult already -- I hate my job.

Better Book Titles has provided this gem of a new title for Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

If this is how we measure adulthood, I am most assuredly an adult right now. I aspire to find a more childlike job where I can not feel this way on a nearly daily basis. Let's test librarianism -- soon.