Many accidents happened.
“Luc, what did you think you were doing?!” - I hear it me- down Arthur say that again. Arthur was my boss – the manager of a large store in Genk. I worked as a door-to-door salesman. That went quite well for me
“Yes, Arthur, I wanted to help!”, I replied.
I wanted to tow a car that had fallen into the canal out with a tow rope. I had driven past the accident in the company car and I had stopped, out of instinct, to help.
The other driver and I stretched the tow rope between us
cars in. I settle behind the wheel and prepare to accelerate.
“Here we go!” I shouted and accelerated.
BAM. My car flew forward, I heard noise, shouting from the other driver –
The back door, the trunk door, of my car had been catapulted through its windshield. Too much force at once - my full throttle - broke the cable. The cars were so badly damaged... Apparently you have to carry out such a towing maneuver calmly and gradually – but I didn't know that.
“It's best to leave such matters to people who know something about them, Luc, please!”, Arthur was annoyed in the office.
“You shouldn't immediately start helping everyone out of the ditch if you don't know anything about it!”
I understood that now – but I just wanted to help. Fortunately, Arthur was a reasonable person, and I didn't get fired. A while later we received a telephone call at the office that there was a prospective buyer in Zolder. The ladies from our secretariat wrote some route instructions on a piece of paper and I left in the evening, in the dark. The potential buyer's home was located in a dark hamlet with hardly any lighting. I finally found the right street. I could just read the house numbers on the mailboxes.
Yes, here it is! I thought. I turn into the driveway and -
It felt like I was driving on a mountain top. The driveway was a huge steep downhill. Everything suddenly happened very quickly – the car was going much faster than I wanted – the car started spinning – I lost all control, I panicked and accelerated instead of braking. A big mistake, a rookie mistake. - I haven't had my driver's license for very long -
The car rushed on and I couldn't see far – and then came the soothing, dull thud. I was sitting against the facade of our prospective buyer.
“There has to be a line drawn somewhere, Luc, I'm sorry,”
said Arthur at our next one conversation. And I completely understood that. Costs, profits: it had to remain in balance, and that wasn't the case with my accidents – even though I meant everything well. I was allowed to take my belongings and my C4 - with a positive reference.
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At another job everything went smoothly – even if it wasn't exactly the same job of my life. I worked as a sales representative for a food company that made deli products, including tasty cheeses and charcuterie. To promote the products and get them sold to small traders: that's what I had to do.
Everything was going well – until I discovered that outright fraud was being committed.
Expiration dates were systematically tampered with! When products were no longer shelf-stable or safe for consumption according to their sticker, their labels were removed and simply replaced with new la-bels, with a new date. I thought this was poisoning. For example, products that had expired were recalled from the stores, once back at the company they were given new labels - and they were simply returned to the same stores. So simple, and so dangerous!? I went to the National Guard. I didn't think it was possible and didn't want to continue working there, it was downright cheating. “Just keep going to work every day, leave it to us,” the gendarme instructed me.
After a few days the curtain fell. Like other driver-sellers, I was getting ready for the day's scheduled tour – and then they barged in. Flashing lights, gendarmerie vans,
everywhere. A real intervention, very intense. Everyone had to stand against the wall. Identity papers
were asked, work functions were questioned, people were taken away. I was taken home in a gendarme-rie van and later had to make a statement at the office.
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