I went job-hunting today in the small main street in Majadahonda. Restaurants, variety shops, haircutters, a hotel, and one place offering English lessons.
Getting a job is like the college process: it´s mysterious what they´re looking for. Some places reject off the bat; others, like the Toll Gate in England, hire off the bat. I got no hires today, but between those who express interest -- a few restaurants, one variety shop, the hotel, and the place offering English lessons -- and the ones that gave a flat "no," my pitch didn´t vary very much. (Maybe the reason is as simple as that some need and others don´t.)
The single-store shops where the owner is present -- those are gold. Otherwise, it´s a game of craps.
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i don't know if you've been able to check up on our boys recently, but last night was a joke. if we repeat the boston massacre, i'm going to die. it's not 1978, we shouldn't have to deal with this.
and otherwise, i miss you and i'm glad that your adventure remains surprising and unpredictable, as all adventures should be.
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