My work experience is over, a few days and damn solanaceous will end, so I can go back to my life.
I know that I complained even when I was home, but move from being a housewife does not see any way to your house, not to mention parents, friends and especially her husband (the guy who lives under my roof, and junction
occasionally), it seems a bit exaggerated. I have no great pretensions, a pseudo normal job, who knows, perhaps without salary, but with a routine that allows me to live with other human beings.
Instead, I want you to know, the seasonal work in the canning industry is a vile, stinking and unbelievably tiring.
But I knew that before you start, there's no work and then accept it.
pity that in recent days have two things happened.
First, I took the salary of August
(note that we are at the end of September), a miserable figure, I do not even have paid an extraordinary (and nights? And Sundays? And Saturdays?) That exceeds of the thousand little eurini net. As I worked every single day of August, September not reach the thousands. 
Second, I gave up my back and now I'm stuck at home, something painful and boring
well, since I can not even go out and tidy home. But I can do something that I love, read!
Good day to you!
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