Some years ago, I held a lucrative position working nights as a bottle service waitress in a NYC nightclub. Being a sophomore in college, underneath the drinking age, I would spend 3-4 nights a week partying for 6-8 hours a night and leaving with a wad of cash that exceeded an normal amount of money. Again, being 20 years old I would spend it on whatever I pleased. However a large amount went into a savings account where it would lay dormant until there was something really worth spending it on.
That time came soon enough, when I decided to spend a semester away from the everyday pressure of school, work, and a relationship. I took the savings, quit the job and jumped a plane to the czech republic. Europe changed my perception of life and responsibilities. Additionally, I left my comfort zone of the nightlife scene and was forced to form a new identity. All of this was fine and dandy and somewhat poetic in a way... But as now as a senior, applying to grad school, and lacking any kind of job. I sure as hell miss those giant wads of cash.
This picture illustrates the primary responsibility of the job. The other responsibility was the drinking the finished product.