A new week has begun, but without me: I was two days sick. Now it's Wednesday and I enter a good rest and good cheer are already quite familiar places of corruption.
It is 8:10 and the atmosphere in in the group is pretty good. There are new participants, a few old faces are back, missing a few people. The little group remained essentially the same, the table of the young core competence team (to which I count myself sorry to have) has joined as a new addition a well-dressed Algerians, with which I will entertain throughout the day on linguistics, mathematics and cosmic relativity. He speaks German, Arabic and French (I, however, only very passable German and English) and is very interested in the semantic differences of various languages, he learned here with us just know a new language: German stock.
The pleasant conversation would almost a foreigners integration debate with one of the old residents fired, but fortunately this I could prevent just in time. We agree with you that German is one of the most beautiful languages, but that all other languages and cultures have their own particular characteristics and to this beautiful from the outside will never be able to judge anyway.
But it is once again a shadow over the camp: the work. On Thursday, yes to a Christmas party for 20 people can be held and our department needs to bleed for it. In addition, 7 people come around noon for lunch to be served elegantly. The Algerian friendly and I will assigned as volunteers. We get white T-shirts and orange aprons tied and should in this outfit a table in the canteen, dressing professionally, in the midst of all the already busy munching construction, metal working, which cover the spectacle well with spiteful words and glances.
To my surprise, seem far too late appearing, also invited guests from the above Berufgruppem to come, or perhaps from the commercial sector? Somehow see here are all very similar, I can hardly recognize defined as any differences. They smell all under the old sweat and strong tobacco, her hair is as dark as her pale gray, beard of massive AGAINST Faces, their eyes expressionless, his hands are dirty as jacket and pants, the salacious slogans against the young, bleached and painted vulgar checkout girl is always the same.
only one who always sits alone. He does not eat, he drinks coffee or tea. Though he is old and dull, but always clean-shaven. In most cases, turns his resigned look out the window. He thinks it to his wife and child in the domestic herd in a long-buried past of ice and dirt? I wonder if he was a long time here works in the warehouse?
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Our Head Fri W. seems to have been admonished by the authorities. Have not tasted the cookies on Friday? The coffee was not hot enough? Has not tasted the tea? We have the tea bags nunmal proffer on a platter, because the acquisition of a tea box or a tea caddy with the budget of our department is now not to do it over. Should now serve as the W. Fri head of such inherent bad planning?
you with the frustration further down. In a stern tone she reads us again very definitely against the house rules and emphasizes that in the work rooms should not be eaten, newspapers, puzzle books, books and other Leisure design utensils have no business being on the desk, is the same is true for water bottles and sleeping heads. Also, there are no arbitrary smoking breaks and the site must not leave anyway without permission, the jackets are in the dressing room and the phones are either muted or collected. Our
still sympathetic teacher can be the way every morning, "Good morning, my worries," sung by Andrea Berg, etc. . Wake
On the instruction follows laundry soft again rinsed and bleached lessons on, interrupted by the panicked realization that we are 14 again clock coffee and pastries for 12 People should prepare in the cafeteria (Ms. W. has apparently forgotten).
The day ends with our social worker making the proposal on 23 December a Christmas party to organize for ourselves. This is of course totally absurd and almost the height of heteronomous, senseless forced labor, because after party mood here in these premises, of course, no one. Not least because of the strict alcohol ban threatens one crazy compulsive and pain event will still stand out in the vote hesitant a few hands and the matter is Check. The former gangster is appointed cultural officer and the blonde (in absentia) to manager for R & B (Food and Beverage, ie biscuits and children's punch).
So I finally get a stage for my Christmas program, thanks a lot!
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