bitter/sweet

They say that you've arrived when you get that big first job. My questions is, arrived where? Seems to me I have gotten to a place where I can finally afford my hobbies yet don't have the time to do them! Take skiing for example... I love it, and I'm pretty sure it loves me. We have spent a lot of time together. I spent last season checking Wasatch snow reports from a stale florescently lit office in Chicago, dreaming of face-shots. Now that I'm back in the West I am still banished to the likes of a weekend warrior trying to get his piece of the pow.

Dear powers that be... Can you make it as easy to skip work as it was to skip class?