In my opinion, it is quite difficult to find a job for me and other young people of my age. Unfortunately the legislation states that we are not yet of age to get a paid job. However, if you are a hard-working energetic type, and you can dedicate your time to go out there and ask people for work, you might be lucky. Many of my friends were successful, but you need to have a certain personality to achieve results. As we are all yet unskilled workers we can do only the basic jobs, such as promotion and maybe client coordination. Before getting any part-time job you need to have a clear understanding of your abilities; you have to be careful and responsible with your job as people are going to see you as an honest and reliable person, which means you can't say you'll do it and then disappepear due to the change of plans. If you're trying to get a position that involves speaking to clients, you need to be friendly, patient and polite; the communcative approach is very important there. In fact, you need to show a certain level of intelligence as well, as usually you will be dealing with adult clientelle. There are plenty of websites and newspapers where you can look for job openings, but I think that the best way is to pick a company you would like to work for and ask them directly. That's what I did last summer and even though I had to wait for the answer I finally got the job assisting in the admin department. Such job won't get you a lot of money, but earning a small sum of your own is always a delight
and a Dog Once upon a time there was a horse whose name was Reginald.Every morning he was delivering milk, he usually met his friend Blackie, who was a little black dog. Reginald didn’t want to be a milkman’s horse.He wanted to be a racehorse and win the Derbi. And Blackie, who had rather short legs, wanted to be able to run very fast, like a hound. One afternoon they were sitting in Reginald’s stable.Suddenly Blackie said that he had, an idea. «Why do we not eat coal?» — he said. «Trains eat coal a run fast.»
They thought about this for a long time, and at last Reginald said: «Let’s try it,» So they went down to the coal cellar. They were going to take some some coal, when Mrs Marry, the landlady, came in. «What! You are stealing my coal!» — she began to cry, and she picked up a piece of coal and threw it at them.They ran away. They had never run so fast in their lives before. Just then the Mayor was looking out of the window. «Oh, that horse can run fast I’m sure it can win the Derby, look at the dog; it’s a real hound I’ll give them each a medal.» And he did.
Once upon a time there was a horse whose name was Reginald.Every morning he was delivering milk, he usually met his friend Blackie, who was a little black dog.
Reginald didn’t want to be a milkman’s horse.He wanted to be a racehorse and win the Derbi. And Blackie, who had rather short legs, wanted to be able to run very fast, like a hound.
One afternoon they were sitting in Reginald’s stable.Suddenly Blackie said that he had, an idea.
«Why do we not eat coal?» — he said. «Trains eat coal a run fast.»
They thought about this for a long time, and at last Reginald said: «Let’s try it,»
So they went down to the coal cellar. They were going to take some some coal, when Mrs Marry, the landlady, came in.
«What! You are stealing my coal!» — she began to cry, and she picked up a piece of coal and threw it at them.They ran away. They had never run so fast in their lives before.
Just then the Mayor was looking out of the window.
«Oh, that horse can run fast I’m sure it can win the Derby, look at the dog; it’s a real hound I’ll give them each a medal.» And he did.