My mother lost her job a year before her retirement. For a couple of weeks she burned, and then asked me to print the "visit cards" on ordinary paper. I walked around the house to turn around the circles, entered every building where I saw the office, offered hot home lunches, left my “visit cards.” On the same day in one place interested, ordered for a test, and already cooking mother knows! In general, every working day she put a pot with borsch in a bag on wheels, the second, compot and went to work peacefully. Then she was invited home to clean up and prepare dinner. She earned there twice as much as in her old place, and sometimes even three times, if "special orders". She still regrets that she hasn't resigned five years earlier, says she would have collected a bunch of money...