The other day I called and they say: "We are interested in your CV. Come?"
seeking work and therefore, here we go.
later nobody shit.
Avanzo and nobody shit.
Maybe I'm too busy working, I tell myself.
but no.
call me, I do the interview, I sit and all the rest, and during ... nobody shit.
Basically, the interview seemed to me that I did to strangers.
Also because not only told me what to do. I have not said what they should do them.
Also, do not even have asked me what I did.
The only thing I discovered: If you pay us, then work.
But how? Already I have no desire to work in general, I must also pay to work? But you think? It would be like saying that not only do I have to be a prostitute, but give away your ass must also become a hobby?!
I look at the ladies and it makes me doubt: perhaps we have not understood. Or maybe I did not understand me. I do not answer.
And the fact is that the money I do not want to give them to him.
And I want to see: hard already pay taxes, shoes and even the pizza I've already eaten, let alone if I have to pay even those not buy!
Then, step two.
"You must understand that the work, one has to create them ..."
In that sense, please? And
me explain. And to me I want to spit three Sometimes the ground, as in Russia, to ward off the devil.
I understand that there is no crisis. But advantage is you bastards!
Type to me: you have to solicit customers. What to do? Go with the weakest and those that do not make it ... retirees, no? Men whose wives have their children taken away! The foreign caretakers without a permit ... basically, he thinks, if you can find someone that you know will pay evil, then ... better!
So we give them 1000 euro, 1170 asking him, no? They do not pay us and we raise! Do not pay us? And we, again!
insist not to pay? And we'll take you off the house, car, radio, cassette persimmon, what you ... and anyway no good, you know?
And if you take the desperate, then you earn too!
Ok, at this point ... what?
not know, he says, a tot to the customer.
Ok, but how?
Boh, a tot ... type .. thousand pounds, no? You bring me a client and I'll give you a thousand pounds ..
He was satisfied and holds out his hand. There
gains you and I in it for me, no?
I look and think Pertini: what to do, spit on or bite?
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