Karl Xing is a being so holy and sacred that nobody dares appointing him a job. The uppermost bliss of freedom (job-wise) goes to the almighty, omnipotent being of Karl Xing.
'What has Karl Xing been up to?'
'I think I saw him in Leicester Square 2 weeks ago holding a sign for a job.'
'Honour and glory goes to Karl Xing.'
'May he be with us, KAmen.'