Since the start of my debacle I say yes to every job that is offered to me. Especially since I noticed that I can’t eat the papers that in my earlier life were the proof of my “high” education. I applied at a agency for part time jobs and my cell phone is lying next to my pillow, as you never know when somebody is calling for a job. The girls from the agency know that they can count on me and if there is anything to do I just jump into my pants and go for it.
Two weeks ago I got one of these calls. Together with 34 other guys we moved a whole retirement home to a new location. Yes, working as a mover. After sitting for 21 years at a desk this is a totally different piece of cake.