Deciding to hire a cleaner for the Fishbowl has been one of the more smart ideas lately. Since three months there is no more scrubbing floors, no cleaning the toilet or polishing the bathroom mirror. When you are self-employed one of the battles you will fight constantly, will be a huge lack of time. Between studio hours, office work, appointments, family and friends, there is always too little of it. So, I was very thankful for this opportunity. Yesterday though, the arrival of the cleaning man came with an unpleasant surprise. The man showed up completely drunk, barely able to stand straight or even to walk. Lucky for me, the husband was around, so I didn't have to handle the problem on my own. Usually no chicken, this felt very awkward. After a short conversation, if you can even call it that, we've decided to send the man home and told his boss, that he wasn't well. I didn't want to bring him into trouble, but somehow the incident stuck to the back of my mind. "Everybody deserves a second chance.", I thought all the time. On the other hand, the idea to let him clean our floors or work around our bedroom ever again, made me feel highly uncomfortable. My guts screamed, something is seriously wrong with the man. This morning it turned out, the situation was even worse. The boss of the cleaning company showed up, telling me, that he had fired the man. The whole thing wasn't about alcohol, but about the man being a heavy drug user for more than twenty years. Over the last eight years, he had managed to be clean. Until two nights ago. Obviously my inner voice was right, though this doesn't leave a good feeling. I am so very sorry for the man, as it is not an easy sight to witness someone fall. Above, he is a nice person, beside his problems. I wish him all the strength and the power to turn his back against the drugs and come out of the dark again.