My job.

My job is not the fabulous career I had imagined for myself, but I have an overactive imagination, and I rock my job.  I have this incredible skill of learning what I am supposed to be doing.  College was not my thing, so I had to excel in life.  Lately I have felt like I am failing because the boss I respect looks at me like I am a child.  I know I give more information than I should, I know that my small talk is too personal. but I am not a hider.  I spend more time with the people that share my cube than I do with anyone else and if my personal life is a problem for them, than that is their fucking problem. I am a good person.  I work to make my company do well, that is my mission.  I make a habit of working as hard as I play.  but is it time for me to go to the school of broadcasting? cause i know how to underwrite, but i can't stop talking........... (I know this shit is choppy, give me time)