crises increase the contradictions. You see, if not: I have job prospects that as a journalist, editor, writer or similar have been fed by several factors reduced as the aforementioned crisis, living in an island queen provincialism which despotic monarchy, the concentration of concessions in a few producers, nepotism or the intrusion of work. All these mishaps beyond my control, are as Camela, they are there and nobody can do anything about it. However, there are other constraints that I can control, ie, fighting for a job proven experience and training (guitar, i still keep CCC).
is at this point where, paradoxically, the most learned and exalted you become more market closes. And is that those of us involved (sorry, we spent) at this writing for TVs and radios, we to a certain degree of specialization, at least in my case, that prevents us from changing sector where problems increase steadily in film production. It is useless to win a Nobel or a beard to scratch as a person who thinks things interesting. Only we do one thing and do not always write out. So months ago and I had in mind a radical and not sex, work in another sector.
Wise as few , grief has no beard My first attempt took me to the kitchen of a restaurant. What is your experience in the kitchen, he asks. Absent, said. I still have a mark on the left buttock of the kick they gave me. Bad start. Would it be better to have on your CV attached a picture of my very famous lentil and sobrasada botifarró? Or perhaps better to have ordered a lunch with a serving of vegetable to Joan introduce a few hours before? Think last horse was merely sink into the strike list.
Then I tried their luck in a hairdresser. My wonderful shaved head was not a letter appealing, but at least I did a test. If you make permanent this lady, you fellow contract, three months and five hundred euros a month, the owner assured me the establishment. An old client and I looked in the mirror, through a shelf with lacquer and the corner of my eye. Music sounded intriguing. Zoom in on each other's eyes. I put the typical layer upside down from a barbershop and noticed something: the trembling of the magazine reads as holding the sexagenarian lady did fear the worst and it was. I made permanent, that is, permanent hearing loss. Sure, she with her nerves and Parkinson's, I sat on the force, the dryer was only nuclear power reactor and my lack of expertise resulted in two ears and ovation and left shoulder. I left her crippled and I ran from there. The other day I saw a costume shop to buy two plastic ears to cover the cavities that had left Joan styling. Zero
two. Still part of the statistics . It was at that moment when I saw the light. I started the car, I took the highway and headed, grinning from ear to ear, eyes bright and pulse rate increase, to the nearest casino. My first test as a dealer ( sommelier, as a friend of mine) was more than correct. My education palace and deep knowledge of the game helped at first, but last time I could not resist and made a re-raise a player when I banking. Infringement I took the bet and out the back door without work and without the possibility of all-in .
Today I expected the Kings to see if that fell short, but not. So from now on, I'll draw spots on the face and erase any trace of "Degree" of my curriojete to at least present my nominations for "Editorial Intern" or "trainee."
Come all! Fellow has arrived! If hired me, of course, at first I would do anything wrong, although all things considered, there would be much different today.
