The zoo

I can't belive I'm going to say it but I miss working. The idea of working hard for your money is rewarding. Yet I quit my job this summer. You see I used to work in the camel barn at the Bronx zoo and I loved it until I realized I hated it. My co-workers were cool and although they were older than me I still had good times with them. I remember in the summer of 2010 is when I started working, it was amazing I was surrounded by animals and by "friends" I guess it was a good summer overall. I made new friends had new experiences, lost some friends and started my senior year a little wild. But that's another story. Anyways I thought I want to do this for the rest of my life, while my mother ridiculed me for saying I would pick up crap during my life, at the moment I didn't care I thought I had found my calling. I spent the rest of the year working when the season was over I expressed an eagerness to return for the next season and I did. I wish I didn't though, things seemed to be diffrent this time around. I found myself hating being there and I didn't know why. I soon realized my so called friends at work didn't like the choices I was taking so were shunning me for that. I honestly don't care what people think of me but when they started telling lies to my boss as if to get me fired upset me. I thought to myself I shoudnt have come back and I should have stayed with the memory of that eventfull summer. Yet I didn't I spent most of my summer working in a place I grew to hate. So I quit and it wasn't hard at all. But I still miss it, because although the people were twoface I miss the animals and the idea of working for them and being like a parent. That's what the job required really to care for and look after the animals. I certainly did that, I guess things are only fun while they last. I miss working in the zoo I just don't miss the camel barn. I miss working with animals but I don't miss the people. I like working I'm good at delegintly working. But what do I do with my life, I honestly don't know, I thought I had it figured out but I'm not sure anymore. And the ironic part is that I'm not worried I know I'll be fine with whatever I do unless there are two face people in which I despise.