Dismissal formalities lasted forever. As I was not punished enough with my crippled astral body, I was still on crutches across five sent by the station. For a brief moment, I would this ordeal, even with all handicapped senior citizens of the country reconciled, in the sick-house bistro, I had them but then prove that I no longer tolerate their attacks without a fight. Despite whole body I did not get the piece of cake anyway.
When I finally got a long wait after the junior doctor to face, he tried me again with his non-existent sense of humor to enjoy. "Are we a little wobbly on his feet," he asked as I meet him on crutches hobbled. "They finally let me out of here. I have a job working for and. Yes, I had said, without irony and with full determination. Schneider, Brunner, Cartier - I had them all beaten. But the sight of the ladies of Mrs. Mihalovic beard, I know, when is final and with whom you do not to mess. And the takeover of electrical shellac is quite an option that I could shape my future down to earth and organized. "You can forget," the doctor laughed mockingly. "The next six months physical therapy is on the agenda. Well, actually only two dates is not longer pay for your fund. Nevertheless: In the compound fractures to be a long time be unable to work. "
"incapacity" I asked incredulously, and long rang the word about the station hall.
a long year, I had everything for a piece of paper given to me officially certify that I am unable to work. I would have framed me, maybe Flyer designed it, and dropped on the city by air. Everyone should have known that Chris Pfitzer is unable to work. But now? Not a trace of joy. On the contrary, deep inner longing for vulgar dialogues construction, tight ducts and sweaty assembly recognized me. And the panic that I could not take very long to masturbate themselves. I want to work - and can not do it. It's actually quite the same way as in the alcoholic academics, we all know and from school or from TV. The will is there, but limits the possibilities.
For the first time in a year I felt emasculated. And that was not because I want right after entering my apartment every possible acrobatic ways no success tried to get me to gain sexual gratification. No. There is unemployment, which makes me feel inferior. A big account, rent-free unit and a certificate of disability. As long as I had longed, but now that I have everything, it feels empty inside me.
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