because i find it rather boring-some: you take people's orders, take their money, get their drinks and food and say have a nice day, about thirty times a day or more, you clean clean clean, taking other peoples orders and for 8 hours of working, the next day and the next day is the same. sure, like any other job is the same but i look into a different point of view: do i want people to die because of an early heart attack or just eat fatty foods because in a big mac, apparently, it has 50% of fat, so yeah. i decided not to eat foods like that, because it isn't real food, it is junk food and even fi their parfaits, their salads or anything, it isn't really food you can savour, its more like eating choclate bars and chips and pop and people need tomrealize that you cannot live on that otherwise you will end up getting fat and not feeling healthy. but everyone has their own food and i just thought it be nice to let people know of that thing, its not a crime i guess.

so what am i going to do next? possibly find a different job, it doesnt haze me that i have to go back to square one, it doesnt matter that i could of stayed but i have my own choices to make, i just wanted a change from it all,  i realized that the more i work at a job, the less time i can do other things, like take care of animals, clean house, be with friends and such. sure the weekend is there but i am usually gone with my boyfriend, i procastrinate and such so its just ridiculous to be at work most of the day and come home, eat shower and sleep and starts again. ontop of that, my place isnt fit for animals, so what i thought was best was to let them go, sure i could of send them to the pound, i should of but i did not so i kind of feel bad about that becase now they can be hungry and cold and tired and maybe on the pavement, i hope not. if they were, i just feel evil of doing so and that just makes me sad but at the same time when i was taking care of them, since we have no AC, the heat was possibly getting to them, well the one black cat especially. its either that or he ate something, like plastic or tin foil, because my apartment isnt really kept a day to day basis, more like a week or so and then it just gets messy and since the time spent on mcdonalds ate up all that time i could of done for something else. now i have that time and i want that time so i dont feel like i live a grubby life, but i dont have cats anymore, i dont want cats anymore because it would just possibly hurt them which is what i dont want. so whenever i have anyday without work for a while i can clean, i can make my house fresh and thena pply, apply apply. does that sound good or what?