On seventh day you shall rest. Not so with us in the labor camp. During my arrival on time at 8 clock employs W. Fri her charges to the calculations for the day's task: to give noodles! The Soviet, which now sits at fifth on its Russian-speaking master table and can really get nothing out of the rest of the conversation and announces itself to the conclusion in freiwilllig to perform the operation.
It's 8:35 clock, the first phase of the operation has started, only 13 lonely souls sitting in the room and have nothing to do with himself. We notice that half of the radiators work. An older, simple, charming and quiet Lord, who only celebrated his second day in camp, makes, therefore, warm thoughts and even gone for a lively conversation with him sitting across 39 years, motherly looking woman. These answers always friendly and gallant, but leaves later hinted in his absence that he probably "looking" seems to be, they have no interest in him and he anyway always the women on the breasts looks when they do not look straight. Why am I here write
such banal nonsense? Because I miss him not. Although I still am working all the time with my Puzzle books, the conversations around me I can not simply be ignored. I experimented already on the third day with earplugs, but these provided just not enough protection.
The only way out is thus to escape. So I take this opportunity, 9 clock to go to the meeting the day before announced: The largest employment agency in Germany presents itself.
The conference room is filled very well and I get the impression that the occupants of the building departments and metal was all but obliged to present, they occupy most of the places and seem to have very bad mood. I take place between Friseußen and construction workers and listen to me what the (big surprise's) sickly-looking woman said of the company. The company has been around 50 years, is the market leader in Germany and the demand for temporary workers has become so great that even people are always looking for local drains, you no longer travel across the country must work to. She speaks of minimum charges, time accounts and employment contracts and will argue that permanent employees would be partially "worse off" as temporary workers to their company. During her talk more and more people crowd into the room and add their own scent marks the already remarkably smelly room climate. My immune system is suddenly dizzy.
avoided for reasons of lack of preparation I critical demands, and I do not want too much attention to rough, ill-tempered men draw on me. By the other participants, there is little resonance, the prospects for a job as Data Entry, Call-center agent or officer attract anyone from behind their visages, and neither the encouragement that you uncomfortable inserts but loose with "teeth clench" and hope can survive on a better future. First the announcement that the temporary employment market will open next year in Eastern Europe there (and thus act Eastern European staffing agency in Germany) may, calls forth spontaneous cries of outrage, like eg. "They can stay inside" - which is remarkable here is that of "inside" instead of "outside" is mentioned.
Germany as wilderness, as wasteland, a desert. Stay in your homes, there's nothing more to get.
The woman with the logical title of "consultant employment office projects" completed ", you may return again," the event with the words - it is looking forward to a fag and stomps out into the snow and into its respective pits.
Back in the charming restaurant coercion: There are only a few women present who are talking about their age and personal life. I notice here that I am the age of most women would have assessed all wrong, many are around 40, slang, clothing and featureless faces, but they can more like top 20 act, if they do not put a strikingly stooping posture of the day. In precariat seems the only time vorranzuschreiten idle.
a few hours (and lots of tea against the construction pit viruses) later I'm still sitting in the bistro as against 14 clock almost the whole pack of pasta-tasting comes back and is very excited and angry displays. A scandal! Our teacher has said in tactical misfortune that you could a young, motivated, pert blonde but the "class president" to appoint. All the old-women are highly indignant about it and prove the absence (she was allowed just 14 home clock, because be patronized her child) with all sorts of curses and tolerate it with vehement, of such a "dumb chick" too.
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| are numbered the days of silent harmony already? |
This could be the beginning of a sociological rather interesting development: How will the people come to terms with the fact that one could young, willing to work and inspire not a naughty word embarrassed qualified our phlegmatic teacher to now actually times something (even if only simulated) work here to bring to camp?
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