often reach the beaches of Sydney looking for work, because living in Australia is very expensive and many backpackers need money to survive. As you know, I started hammering chicken in a burger.
After working for two weeks, one day the boss comes and tells me that I can afford. I owed more than $ 600.
after chasing for a couple of days ago I paid half, $ 300.
is little, but it's better than nothing;)
is little, but it's better than nothing;)
was time to try another job, but what? Worker? Waiter? Cook? Dump? Trucker?
As I have suicidal tendencies apply to workers.
Why? I saw that everyone had the size of a troll and I only weight 62 kilos, so it would be a challenge.
But it seems that I can not get my head that when you are "illegal" and getting caught, is to do the brunt of the job. And what is the worst part of being a worker? The blade. Who invented the shovel? That mankind so hated? I have had to move land to various construction sites using a wheelbarrow and a shovel, and me, I'm a champion, no breakfast. I go straight from bed to the plot. After 3 hours hauling sand, sunburned and blistered hands, he needed rest. But HP's head (mama know you promised not to write profanity on the blog, so use acronyms) just wanted to see sand and more sand. So I have had to break my back. I have not had even 5 minutes to spare!
I lasted 1 day.
lie. He lasted 5 hours.
lie. He lasted 5 hours.
After moving half a ton of sand I've self lost his job. Now I'm in bed, and I fear that the morning stiffness will be primed with me and my back. If I have not returned to Spain in 5 months means that I stayed motionless on the bed and I'm still here.
hugs to everyone!
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