After the flat (or apartment as my American fellas would say)-situation had been resolved, the next hill was waiting to be climbed in the process of becoming rich, famous and even more awesome: jobsearch.

But where to begin?
Step 1: Trying to find out what you really want. As I am positive that I will still not have found an answer to that on my deathbed (oh wait, taking a closer look, that´s not so positive at all), let´s go to step 2: Getting a job where there is actually money involved (taking into account a bros´ advice: http://www.broslikethissite.com/2011/12/186-not-doing-volunteer-work.html).

So here I am, sitting in a cybercafé, calling one doctor after the other and drinking turkish tea that is as bitter as the aftertaste that every "no" from a possibly frustrated, chain-smoking unloved wife and underestimated secretary leaves behind.

As I am writing this, a phone-call: and a half-yes! A doctor who might take me, but is not sure if it would be counted for my job-experience.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiXEPZiDGzs