For those who have thought that the party is over here. Is hereby given that we are here and continue here until they kick us out or until we make a permanent contract of more than 22,000 € a year, and as it's not going to happen, it will continue to denounce the precariousness of our generation, abusive work , hours underpaid, illegal grants and all that wiggle in this black hole.
tamibén
Announce that the Other is going on these lands to more warm and more southern, we go to a Sea distance with a full-fledged contract and expectations of further learning. From here my congratulations and best wishes, but the record does not disappear off the map, despite having less timesp;
If you'll excuse me I will continue doing as they are recording gigs while I work. Ah, I've been here two weekends working and have not signed the contract, plus they want me to suck all of August, including weekends, Monday to Sunday (but waging a weekday man ...) and all for € 6.50 gross per hour. In calculating fair I do not want to get depressed. And for this race.
I should have made lathe-milling. I leave you with an inspirational speech.
"Whoever survives to this day and return safely to his home, was hoisted on the balls of your feet when you mention this date, and will grow ENCIma self at the name of St. Crispin. Which survives to this day and reach old age, each year, on the eve of the feast, invite your friends and tell them: "Tomorrow is St. Crispin." Then go up the sleeves, and showing his scars and say: I received these wounds on the day of St. Crispin. " The old forget, but even he has forgotten all still remember the exploits that take place today. And our names will be familiar to all as the names of their relatives and will be remembered with cups overflowing with wine: King Henry, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot
, Salisbury and Gloucester. This story is a good man teach his son, and from this day until the close of the feast of St. Crispin will neverbut it will associate our memories, the memory of our little army, our small and happy few, we band of brothers. Because he pour his blood with me shall be my brother no matter how vile it is, this journey will ennoble your condition. And the gentlemen who now remain in the bed of England is considered cursed by not being here, and his nobility will be humiliated when they hear talk to one who has fought with us the day of St. Crispin. " Shakespeare, Henry V. A handful of British farmers facing a French army prepared than quadrupled in number.
A hug. C.
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