It has taken me a day to consume.
The message that I have to go for job-hunting. The firm I am working for needs to downsize. They run a webshop and it has been sold to a firm outside the European Union because new rules about something called GDPR will make it to complicated to run a business to consumer webshop. So I have been laid off together with several other co-workers.
Thankfully my cousin has offered me to become a bartender while I search a job inside my normal trade. To be unemployed in Denmark is punishment like you have committed a crime. You can be ordered to work for your unemployment benefit beside normal workers who will earn full salary and right to vacation. Caseworkers have a number of export businesses where you can be sent into a “job-training” position while you are fully qualified to work there normally, but the casesworkers get something under the table and the firms get cheap labor so they can compete better abroad.
Also if you see people picking up trash along the highways in Denmark they are not necessary convicts doing community service, but people ordered to do job-traning there if they are young and needs motivation to seek jobs harder.
But my back is clear. I will work as a bartender until I can get a job in an office. Still it was a shock but that is part of the costs of Denmark being member of the European Union. It could be so good. I was looking at the retirement age of the french people employed by their train-operator. It was supposed to be a rolemodel for the entire European Union but now they seem to be forced to increase the retirement age level where most people are dead before they reach it. In Denmark the retirement age will increase so it is close to 70. That age I do not expect to reach.
Life is hard. Just hard. I cannot imagine people anyplace on the earth to have it harder than us normal citizens in Denmark.