Recently I received the telephone request from Professor Doctor Master James Engelbertus Hazelnut, to write a piece for the journal of our society. I am, of course, happy to do so, especially since Mr Hazelnut is rather tenacious and I would like to avoid a further downpour of phone calls. Moreover, in order not to put pressure on our hierarchical relations, I do not wish to increase his telephone bill even further. In short, after a week or two, I finally said yes.
As director, you have a huge responsibility. For your staff, your customers, but of course (and above all) for yourself. After all, you also have to get your own potatoes on the table, preferably with a tasty meatball (of course with tasty fatty gravy), sometimes a hearty steak, a few large scoops of applesauce and, of course, to wash away everything with some glasses of wine (not the cheap one, where you have to keep your head pain in check the next day with paracetamol tablets, no, when it comes to wine we don't look at a few tends per bottle).
To provide these tasty things, money needs to be made, preferably not too little. If only to be able to play a round of golf in addition to the meals, have the Porsche cleaned, do a winter sport and more of that kind of trifles that make life more enjoyable.
- Good. - Good. So make money. Entrepreneurship is embedded in our family. My grandfather was in general cleaning products, my father specialized in terrace cleaners, and my eldest brother took over the baton in bright and self-cleaning rugs, with a special coating ensuring that mice and other pests have to stay far from it. My youngest brother has also plunged himself into cleaning the world through the development of multi-absorbent kitchen towels, with extra sheets on the roll, in modern, trendy colours.
Personally, I thought I had to look for it in a completely different direction: I do in light. Not in the magic of the light itself, but I take care of the buttons that switch the light to turn on, off or dim at will. I like to consider myself a light bringer, a shining and indispensable example for humanity. Imagine how wonderful it must be for the simple citizen: He comes home in the evening after a day of hard labor and finds his dwelling in total darkness. It's so dark he doesn't see a hand in front of his eyes. On the touch he searches for the light button, of course a copy of me, presses it, and behold: he is flooded by the magic light, his darkness has been driven away and the simple man is filled with happiness, joy and satisfaction and then goes to eat his fried egg, with the egg yolk whether or not intact. Beautiful, isn't it? The simple citizen likes to give a good deal for that. That is nice, because that makes me the steaks and meatballs on the table. But I think I've already talked about that.
(c) 2019 Hans van Gemert
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