My parents told me I had until the Fall to decide what I wanted to do with my life, but they didnt want me working at the restaurant anymore.
To do with my life? I don’t know! The reason I work there it’s because it’s easy. I enjoy the social interaction. I just go there to have fun, and see people. I don’t care about the money. If it was about the money I would be in the oil industry, or a welder. What if the choice I make, doesn’t allow me to have that much social interaction. That would be depressing. I don’t like change.