Mr D. had been in the team for a long time.

His two closest colleagues had allied against him, the atmosphere was poisoned.

So it was just right for him that he came across a job advertisement from a large Catholic employer that was apparently completely tailored to him.

But church, well, on paper he was a Catholic, but the last time he attended a church service at Christmas 2019, before Corona.

The most common connection he had with his children.

He had them baptized as a Protestant without further ado - in exchange for places in his dream daycare center - after all, his wife was a Protestant.

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The local bishop as chief, whether that fit?

But maybe it was divine providence.

"And deliver us from our bad colleagues," he thought with a touch of irony.

Then he typed an application.

To his surprise, the interview was not very Christian. He had prepared all sorts of things, repeated his children's baptismal messages and looked up local church politics in the newspaper archives. It went - there was no other way to put it - brilliantly. We were looking for a digitization specialist, because he knew his way around, especially since the state of affairs in the company in question was at a pre-Christian level, so to speak. The managers enthusiastically invited Mr. D. to dinner after the conversation. "And would you like to say grace?" Asked the personnel manager. Mr D. felt a cold run down his back. Now they had caught him after all! What else was that what his daughter always said at daycare before dinner?

While his brain cells were still rattling, the words were bubbling uncontrollably out of his mouth.

"Everyone eats as much as they can, just not the person next to them, beep, beep, beep, bon appetit." There was silence for a moment.

Then everyone burst out laughing, and the HR manager clapped him on the shoulder and shook his hand through tears.

“Don't laugh for a long time, we can use humor here!

You are set! "