Work!

     So, I was working today. Only for three hours, but I'm only 15, you don't really expect me to have a 9-5 job, do you? It's not like a proper job, as in it's not a regular, once a week, kind of thing or anything. I have a relative, my dad's cousin, who sells burgers at festivals and stuff like that. So when he needed an extra pair of hands, he offered me some work. I really enjoyed it and it was a good experience to have, it really made me see how much work goes into all this food, and how little space they really have. It makes me appreciate all that food that I live off of at festivals. I also really realized how horrible some people are, and how kind others are. It was a long day but it was definitely something I'd do again, and I got money!! I' m pretty wrecked now, though.

Goodbye my munchkins,
Ruska

     P.S. If you ever happen to be at festival or anything in Ireland and you see a burger place in the shape of a cow, with the words 'Eat Me' on it, get their burgers, they're yummy.