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Impossible. To AVOID! On AVOID! I want to tell a story that just happened to me. I saw a job offer as a kitchen assistant for Salsa Rumba Restaurant, I called and they called me for a test. I have the test (from 11 a.m. to 11 a.m. without charge) The manager told me everything was fine, that I should come back tomorrow and talk about the contract and the salary with the owner of the bar. The owner is the haughtyst woman I've ever met in my life, she was the Ecuadorian consul in Paris and on the Internet I have seen that you already have very serious problems as official in this consulate, your name is Marjorie Falcones. The fact is that you have told me that you would pay me in black because France is not like Spain, and that everything here is very well done and the taxes are very high, and that it is not as bad as Spain (which I don't know why he told me was just saying in black enough). Then he didn't want to tell me how much he wanted to pay me, but let it be during a month to “try”. I answer that I do not work for less than €1,200 in France that I would not go without knowing my salary, or, and after a tug of war (she wanted €700 for 10 hours on a divided layer) she tells me that it is good that €1,200. After all, I make her a record she asks because she said she was hungry, she eats everything, left her clean, and the manager (her partner) calls me and tells me she wants to talk to me. When I come to her, she tells me that the court is very bad that the Spanish do not know how to cook like the French that she is French (she would like more) and that what she cooks is Spanish and useless (if it was a simple dish that was in the letter). That a Spaniard should earn much less than €1,200, because in Spain there is nothing more, and that since she was French, because she was a consul for 20 years, I had to earn less and do the same. He told me that there are many Spaniards who asked him for a job and that they would be ready for much less than me (all in the basement so that nobody would hear it and today I saw that he contacted more Spaniards). Finally, I tell her that this whole situation seemed so violent to me that I will not even work in the hour, as she asked me that I was not used to working with people who use this strategy to accept employees, and that I never thought in my life that someone tells me that since I was Spanish and my country went so bad, I had to accept that. After asking me to stay for hours, I'm telling him no, it was a pleasure, but I couldn't work there because I'm not used to this kind of facility. I'll tell you if anyone goes Spaniard knows what's going on. Attention!