The Adjusted Normal, 58. Tuna Come, Tuna Go.
Our daughter started work yesterday. She's worked before, though for short periods. One summer she worked a month as a door-to-door salesman for a mobile phone company. Needless to say, she never sold a phone plan, but she wasn't let go because she actually went to the apartments and rang the doorbells. Other young co-workers of hers sometimes sat at a café, instead. She left because it was a soulless job, convincing someone to buy something when she is against modern day publicity and battering to buy. Last summer, she worked a few weeks in August picking blueberries, and met people from different places of the world, some of whom she is still friends with. During the fall and early winter, she studied for the entrance exams to the Spanish Correos (Post Office), which she failed to pass by very little. Then, came the lockdown. At the beginning of summer she was between looking for a job or studying this coming school year. She decided to work and save up money to study someth...