I don’t work, I’m retired.
I live on a 100-meter yacht that is stationed in the harbour of St. Tropez, it’s called ‘The Good Life II’. It’s tough, but someone has to do it.
(Sound of loud alarm clock in the distance, hammering my dream in a thousand pieces
). It is 06:20 and I get up to drag my tired body to my office where I play the cheerful role of IT Coordinator at an oil storage terminal.
