Generellt, You could say, I am FOR skills. I like when people know what they're doing when I encounter them in their proffession. If I fly somewhere, I would not applaud when the plane lands happily and well. I would like it to be obvious. (The alternative seems somehow sad… and would cost INCREDIBLY much for the community, for pre-trained pilots are probably hell worth their weight in gold!!) Nor, I would like someone to stand next to me and applaud when I work (although maybe I could earn it some time).

Craftsmen, or those who perform almost any job with the hands, is in my world, fascinating. Thinking of creating things with your hands as well as IS something. I was dating a baker once. Could watch for hours when he made jam cakes, klenäter, marsipantårtor, lengths were cut and laid on top of left-right you know. I did not even eat the whole thing to be enjoyed by the. (It ended during the holidays when we actually had to TALK to each other. More about that later. Maybe)

Assembly lines in factories is also a bit like magic, I think. In particular, when the chocolate is produced. Then comes the factory workers in their white coats o caps and bars chocolate boxes and drive away with so fine so fine.

Of course, I have no interest in taking up any profession here. BUT I have an end point that is about now; The REFLECTED when no skills are. When you're a little bit out of place. As you might work in the customer reception at the big department store, although you can not cope with people. When you have been taught a job as a pupil assistant because it was the only kommununen could offer when they went into all the janitors in city hall and you do not like to communicate. When it is apparent that any rub.

A little friend of mine came to kindergarten this morning. He will not go to kindergarten. Never. He does not think it is so funny. So when he jumped up and down on the floor directly were all shocked and excited. He had caught sight of a fly. It was slow and woozy, and probably quite nyvaken for this year, which meant that my little friend got hold of it gently gently between your fingers. He laughed and were delighted. Then the nanny and says “Yikes, what disgusting that we do not want to have included”. And so she took, and cast a fly. And I think she actually killed it before. When I hear this I think that that lady would perhaps fit better in the chocolate factory. Or as a baker or a pilot or almost anywhere elsewhere. Since we no longer see the world with the eyes I do not think we should work where children are. And then we do not do our job with some sort of feeling maybe we should take responsibility for it and move us to where we are better suited? Would not it be the best solution?