Carpisa ... or exploited turtles!
first day of work finished, gone. I enjoyed it from, but it is a job. one of those who get tired, and you wonder why you do it long. so today I said ok, so funny, I'll have a lot to learn from this (golden boy inside!) But two months eh, that more is insane.
not bad at all, after you earn well (they pay me a month but damn damn you!) And little can be done, but then .... it's almost less tiring the castle!
or really I could go only with a part-time, or perhaps stop, who knows. or maybe I will continue, I'll get used, do not feel more tired and will become the PERFECT JOB.
then mica is easy. on the one hand they say sell, sell, SELL!, other want to be an exemplary job, one that will not break my balls chased around the shop and ask if you need help not even be delayed. I hate those who do that and when I find them not later than the shop where I found the job-wound. then n'1's purpose is: Do not break my balls, come on, true, you can do it!
soon I hope with good news!
and tomorrow I finish the dress Narihira, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
ethnomusicology and tomorrow ... f ** m'รจ remained just a lesson that I can follow, at least that let's go! The
