Definition: Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, generate a suitable title that describes the main event/root cause of the situation. Imagine that the given text is a social media post, and you have to write the title of the post, so the users can decide to read the main text or not.
Input: Obligatory posting this on a throw away account, so here goes. 

I was working in a record store, which I absolutely loved. I was only making 11 an hour, but that's pretty good for shitty retail. On top of the fact that I was a loved employee who always showed up on time and did their work right, I had a full-time position. Very rarely did I get less than 40h a week. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst, either. I was happy, had co-workers I loved being around, got to listen to music all day long and generally just have a pretty chill and lax atmosphere to be in. 

Now granted, I was absolutely awful at the retail part, but my bosses didn't seem to care. They liked me enough to even offer me an office position at one of the store's parent companies that would boost me up to 14 an hour. Pretty swell, right? That's what everyone else said, proud of me for being considered, hyping it up to be some grand undertaking and a wonderful, exciting beginning to some new chapter in my life. It rubbed off on me. I let their excitement get to me, and I scheduled an interview the very next day, and took the job offer without a second thought the following Monday. 

But then it all started to sink in that week. The "my god, what have I done?" I was filled with nothing but dread as the days crawled on. Everyone told me I was being silly. My boyfriend was especially irate, wondering why I'd gone from excited to completely and utterly anti-job position. 

Today was my first day, and it didn't suck. It was a cushy desk job with easy enough work that, don't get me wrong, I was super lucky to be offered in the first place. I'm very grateful they considered me for the position. 

But I hate it. I'm not built for a desk job. I'm 21 among women in their 40s-60s, who are all absolute sweethearts and the nicest people possible. But I don't fit in. I went from music distracting my thoughts to utter silence, forced to stare at a clock all day and hammer a headache into my brain as I did nothing but tap numbers into a computer. 

I cried in the bathroom on my break, I was so miserable, and I just went straight to bed after getting home. My boyfriend is, understandably, still mad and irritated that I'm being so dramatic over the situation. He wants the pay raise, so we can do even better than what we do for our situation. Which I get, I want to be able to take care of us and my family too. 

But we were doing okay while I had the last job. We weren't in danger of losing our apartment. I took the bus the mornings I needed to, and didn't have to stress myself out over a Lyft. I really, really enjoyed my quaint little record store job, and I want it back. 

But I feel like a pathetic fool and an asshole for not being grateful over something handed to me on a silver platter. 

being miserable at a job I've only been at one day so far