I've worked most of my vacation in a hair salon, I get so angry at the people I work with becuase they use me as a joke, sometimes they make me smile and other times I feel like I'm being used by them too much. I cleaned the washing basins, cleaned the floor, cleaned the brushes, cleaned the bowls, cleaned the chairs,cleaned the mirrors even the hand mirrors, even cleaned the machinery and also the lamps, dusted off the chairs, cleaned the dust off, and cleaned out the water. Swept up hair lying around everytime there is on the floor. Last day I worked there, they sent me five times to get them stuff, then I dyed 'n piece of my hair purple. Which was nice, then I gave them cookies. They told me earlier that day that I didn't work hard, who are they to say I don't work hard. I sit with hunched shoulders becuase I'm tired of their putting me down when I don't need it, I work hard and they knew it. They got use to me and they told me they're going to miss me. Then also when saturday came I ran my own 10 kilometers the half marathon down to the end and watched everyone arrive, I didn't see my friend who said she'd watch us run, I couldn't run sunday because the 5 kilometers was on a sunday and I had to pack to come back to my student house. Now I'm here and working again, taking photos and keeping track of everything once again.