Sometimes I think the sense of hearing is a traitor and rebel. The view, by comparison, is an adoring puppy, not disrespect, it leaves no direct object. Hearing no. He takes every sound, every stimulus, even the most annoying or the most annoying. Whether we like it or not. To get rid of not just turn his face. So when you travel on public transport, in contact with total strangers in the memory is lost as soon as you arrive at your destination, happen to hear pretty much everything. Also irritating speeches. Yesterday, during a train trip happened: four ladies, who did not even have the excuse of old age, complained of young people. "They do not want to work, spend their days watching television, and then you do not understand why the world is falling apart." In these cases docet Dante: "Do not treat yourself to them but look and pass." Sure, but the Merry Wives made me think about a widespread belief that I am not even an order: that the work exists and that the unemployed are likely to blame them. I spent months and months to send cv to agencies and businesses, believes that a degree taken "in progress" and with the highest marks, coupled with three years of work experience counts for something. Balle! Better this way: if I knew what to expect I would have spent many years in the cotton wool university. "It is possible that you can not find work," my mother repeated to me "you're not really trying." It reminded me that we must be content that the mess is hard for everyone, that I moved in my part because there was no work and are stupid to pay rent in a city dear to make the unemployed. Absolutely right. One finally arrives Stage. An internship does not work. The precise because the two are, in my view that is ill-suited to the current reactionary legislation, quite distinct: we work to make money, otherwise it is voluntary. We arrive at the description of the much coveted Stage: 8 hours per day of "stagismo" degrading and not paid. No prospects, since the agency did not assume, no fee, but I had to take lunch at the bar and pay me the means. Moral of the story: my mother has reviewed all of his beliefs and told me to let go. When reality exceeds imagination. And the four travelers Merry Wives? Well, maybe you have known some young man who spends the day watching TV (but there is still the viewer?), but perhaps someone should explain to them that, given the way things are going, it is more profitable to stay at home in slippers to give a free stage and hopeless ...
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