Yesterday was my last day at my summer season job, at the bakery. I feel so much better already even if physically I am not. And I am beginning my “Summer 2019 Review” with this part cause it was almost the only part.

Part of me understands now the reason I accepted this job for second time. Last summer I didn’t know what to expect of it, but I gained a new good friend. We connected since day one and we both decided to work there again because we wanted to spend time together. Wrong in a way, but also not so much.

Working in Greece for a season job is terrible. There is something happening here that I don’t know when and how it got so out of hand, and it is so, so wrong. I blame both employers and employees, including myself. Employers take advantage of people who do not have a more permanent job by setting a higher price that emploees are willing to pay, mistakenly I believe, because it’s a job. So we accept everything they throw at us, not saying anything cause we are scared of being unemployed. We will accept the low wage, the non existing days off, the constant tiredness and health problems, the misbehaviour of our bosses, just to have a job that will barely help pay the costs. We need to be stronger and say no to these employers and they might begin to respect their emploees.

My personal experience for this season was better and worse. Better because I had more experience, I was in a better emotional state, and I was more motivated. My motivation was one word at first: PARIS. Then it became PARIS + VALENCIA. Then it was more like GETTING OUT OF HERE. And finaly it was GRAPHIC DESIGN. Which was in all the previous ones. It’s always there. But that is for another chapter of words.

So I begun working with my friend again, we were experienced, quick, smiling all the time, having such good time that customers were seeing us and were happy. We were the best duo. Laughing and singing while working and being excited. We thought we will actually make it this time. But then, somewhere in mid July, our health started falling apart. Body aches had begun, tiredness, routine, same people, same faces. It started getting less amusing. Ofcourse we always did something that was funny and made our day go by easily, but still. I started then putting sticky notes on the walls, just to remind myself why I was doing it. They were helpful but at the end it was really hard. I could barely walk at work some mornings, diziness was worse while working and there was constant pain on our arms and legs.

Our boss turned out to be such a bad person, a disgusting person. Fake as a tapestry. We realized what kind of person he was and he sensed that. So our relationship with him was really bad this time.

But all this is gone now, it’s over. I will never go there again. I want to keep only the good memories of that place, which is me and my friends adventures.

Other than that, there were those few moments I lived a little. Such as going to the beach with my friend, with a bottle of wine and cheese, and salamis and olives. I remember one specific moment. I went to swim right before the night falls. The sun was gone. There was only the afterglow. I was swimming topless. I was floating and I looked at the sky and I felt so peaceful and happy. And there was a weird feeling that I will keep forever.

There were a few days I went to walk, or have a drink. And there were the moments at my balcony. My house is at the top of a hill. There are not many houses around and late at night it’s very quiet. Exactly what I needed a few hours before I wake up for job. So almost every night I was sitting there, alone, staring at the sky, getting lost at daydreams and think. Just simple moments.

So apart from job, I must say that I was pretty good with myself. Yes there were some memories that still were torturing me somedays, but not all days.

I found peace!