money

I strongely dislike my job but it's money, right? Well, I'm to the point where I don't care about making money anymore. I have to quit or I'll probably have a mental breakdown.
My work is pretty vigourous; stocking shelves, cutting my fingers on the edges of the shoe boxes, cleaning everything within reach, and dealing with cranky old ladies. I miss my old job, which was at the waterpark. It was a million times easier then this new one. Plus I had fun, and made new friends. I'm not really interested in making friends with the cranky, too serious older people I work with.
I can't stand it. And when I'm done with work, I feel like I need to treat myself in some way. So I waste the money. I bought new jeans, new outfits, and a bunch of food. But no matter how much money I make, I don't feel like it's the place for me.
There's not many job opporunities in Fremont anyways. All the good jobs are already taken, and all the unfun ones are open. I hope that I can quit my current job and switch over to some place actually more exciting, a place where I'll actually sort of like the kind of things I do day to day.
Does that place even exist?