A Thinly Veiled Metaphor

All my life I've loved golf. I loved it so much that I eventually went to golf school to learn all about the game with hopes to some day be a pro. After graduation I got a job at a small country club, in no way the big leagues, but definitely a step in the right direction. I started out doing paper work and was soon promoted to caddy. This was pretty exciting because it got me out on the green, handling the golf clubs, learning the course and getting advice from rich men on their lunch breaks. But pretty soon I realized that while I was getting a lot of millage on the course, I wasn't actually playing golf and because of this my game was starting to suffer. This wasn't that big a deal since I knew that plenty of people played golf as a hobby. It was probably more relaxing and more fulfilling that way anyway. The problem for me was that after a full day of caddying I had no energy left to work on my own game since my back hurt so much from carrying other peoples clubs around all day.
Now don't get me wrong- I've learned so much about the game of golf from everyone here at the studio, I mean, country club and I know that if I ever get to play again I'll know exactly what kind of club to use in any situation. That's a good thing. And I definitely appreciate the atmosphere and all the friends I've made at this particular club, let alone the fact that I am able to pay the bills because of all this. It's just that some times I feel like my golf game would be better if I worked at a grocery store. That's the part that makes me sad.