The Paradox of Summer

I would like to discuss the "Paradox of Summer" as I like to call it. Let me explain.

1. I got home from school and didn't have a job yet, and was so excited, because I had absolutely nothing to do.
2. A week rolled by, and I was effing bored out of my mind because, well, I had nothing to do (funny how that works, right?).
3. I got a job, and it's great because I finally have something to do, I'm not just home all day left to my own devices.
4. Again, a week rolled by, and I'm already frustrated, because I have much less time to myself and work can be very boring (despite the fact that it's something to do)


So there you have it. For some reason, I can't be happy with anything for more than about a week. Am I alone in this? Is this a general thing, or should this be renamed the "Paradox of Hannah's Summer"?