if only the real world were like "the real world"

So bossman is not happy. In fact, he is quite pissed. As he should be, because I seriously fucked up. It's not that I think that I should know what I want to do with my life at this early stage, but it doesn't make having no goals and purpose whatsoever any easier. I'll be back in NYC next week, and let's just say there's a good chance I'll be back in good ol' Marshfield not long after that.