This time there was no escape, no excuses, no spurious events. For the first time I had full charge of the clenched, externally defined inaction to endure me, from 7:30 bis 16:15 clock.
Since our simulated dining rooms a two-day raffle takes place, the entire force is avoided in a classroom of another building. Between 7:30 and 8 clock one uses relish the obligatory coffee and some cookies in the front rows would be obscene, rude and loud jokes exchanged, in the back rows outweigh serious discussions about the application procedure and of course, the idle labor market. A mid-forties age Kappu in red, I call him from now on the "cook", stands up, dunks a cookie in his cup of coffee and cited fully addressed to his neighbor a slogan from the GDR nostalgia advertising, "a delight with coconut. A little later, does so at 8 clock W. lecturer and mother in and out by the presence of control. She seems tired, as always, to talk their way to laugh at their own mishaps and that of others suggest further attention to a very decent residual alcohol content.
will later say they still reply to the statement of the "chef" that alcohol keeps the world turning melancholy-jokingly, that their world has not turned a long time.
During the daily attendance check (error rate at least about 10%) once the broth is tilted away from the previous day discussed. Mrs. W. also shows compassion here again, she knows exactly how painful can be such a loss of his own work. Just as the broth in the runoff trickles down but also your ability as a trainer, the channel: end sewage treatment plant.
She writes the current tasks of the day on the board and distributes it to a handful of people: It has to be washed laundry, the kitchen needs new soup and maybe even a tiramisu and the service staff to make something. The participants consist of 90% of cooks and kitchen staff and it is asked, "What will make the other chefs? Nasepopeln?" Whereupon Mrs. W. with only terse replies yes.
Shortly thereafter, she served with great speed and secretly from the sugar cubes pack ... the air has become quite sticky. A later
nasepopelnde hour (in which I crumbled into a networked PC via Wi-Cabinet), the class is presented by the social workers take an aptitude test which each must fill out for themselves. There are the usual topics: spatial vision, logic, number series, multiple choice. A 50 year old ex-Sovietbürger (which is now called by the class of "Professor", more on that later) having problems with the question of which of the rotated letters is mirrored also in addition, obviously because of the Cyrillic я. It takes surprisingly, about one quarter of an hour to overcome this misunderstanding is suggesting a lack of cultural sensitivity on the part of the social worker who just keep only the task reformulated and the underlying problem is not obviously recognized. Actually I wanted to intervene, on the other hand, I wanted to be first to make their job easy. I will respond at times on occasion. Two hours later
have after the last solved all functions or abandoned their solutions you can sit back at Mrs. W. This is trying to help her attentive students (there are only 5 men in our catering department, one of which is actually coach a circular league soccer team), their protocol It only in recent weeks. It revels in common memories of delicious cookies, especially the marzipan biscuits which you have extra magic privately for Mrs. W.. Yes, if the degenerate system forces you to have a meeting, then one should at least let's go well there.
Meanwhile makes a logic puzzle game called "lonpos.cc" the round. Solved it apparently has no one, I gave up after half an hour - the circumstances could my logic circuits probably not stimulating enough.
In general, I must be very careful all the time to leave me there stimulated by as little as possible: poured-like manners, frustration, Lethargy, Desolation and plain ugliness. These are sad pictures that give the people there in these areas. I hold back, smile sometimes politely and warmly about the ironic comments of the parent W., ignore the clumsy bawling and limit conversations in the breaks: one has no idea of their rights with respect to the employment office and the other dares not quite the support the job agent actually plays to take advantage of (since I have to first Mrs. W. asks if the need me maybe "), etc. - polite, constructive, otherwise stoic left, I think the misery away from me.
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| This room is full of people that benefit from being there. |
Sometime shortly before 3:00 is one of our beloved instructor, so that you could even do a little teaching: soup with Klärfleisch, soups with deposits, mashed potatoes with one or two 'r'? Protein, Weißei, Klarei; in the yolk is more protein than the protein, pardon, and who has eaten here Weißei actually schonmal kangaroo tail soup? No one. Mrs. W. eats so prefer Gräupcheneintopf (ie eigtl vegetable stew with Gräupchen), but also finds it disappointingly no allies.
15:38 clock it is then nothing more educationally valuable one. "Already three quarters 4" (oh yes! Celery and pear soup is also really great), "we can we go non us have to keep still."
principle yes, but not under these conditions.
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