I'm in Cromwell, and I have a job. I wasn't meant to have it. But I do.
I'd called around a couple of orchards, but they were all fully staffed. When I arrived in Cromwell, I went to the resource centre and asked whether they knew of any jobs. One orchard needed six pickers immediately. I called them, but they'd filled in all the positions an hour earlier. So I called another orchard near by, called Jackson's, and asked if they had anything. They didn't, but asked me to call in the next morning. So I went there today and talked to the managers and they took my name and number and said they'd call me if something came up (the situation changes daily). They called me an hour later.
So I will be working in the orchard shop Freeway on state highway 6 in Cromwell. Drop by if you're coming this way. I'll be doing a bit of everything: packing fruit, selling fruit, making fruit juices and - best of all - making real ice cream. :)
13 January 2009
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You finally got to do you fruit-pciking job! I'm glad. :P
Ah, real ice-cream. Have you ever had my mum's? It's the best. Ever. I swear.
Now, if you would be so kind as to give me your new address, I could send you the letter! :D
Unless you want me to send it to the old address, that is.
Love,
Ale*
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