The twelfth day of first? Incredibly, it feels like I have already spent half a year in that sweatshop. Everything is so simple here ... the occupants, the superior to the system and dealing miteiander - one could imagine that after it seen through week already fully have. It is no longer exciting to enter this once unknown and alien space, it has long since slipped a somewhat bad day.
I enter but still relatively on time, namely 9:30 clock the room. Today is the other half of our group excursion, only a dozen left. The dozen or so sitting at a large, formed of pushed-together tables and pretty occupied with the usual table cloths table, the young, black-haired broker work (I call them first wife K.) has oversight. Presumably they have been sitting at 8 in such a way therefore, the mood is relatively quiet. On the one Mrs K Page - she is talking informally with the person sitting near her on job placement and job applications, presents questions here and there, all pretty loose - she does her duty.
At the other end sits the core competence team, now officially added to the tall blonde-dyed. The fact that she has dropped out of school during the sixth grade, we see her in some way, I do not know why exactly. It is large and round, has a broad face and a tendency to lisp, but thin protruding upper lip. It is not reckless, but understanding and has a somewhat innocently vulgar humor. If it an ironic note MoM. Superiors or friends does, or if they even will give some way her words emphatically (and they will almost always), then she winks while speaking at least three times per syllable and see her talking to it, with big eyes, written in which is: I have just condemned something Wise and Proper said, and now we want but let's see if you can respond to him or something.
I take place at this end of the table. There just city-name country was played, but my late arrival of course, provides a welcome opportunity to make first a little wheel. I express that I will not be here now at the center and yet continue to ask all of its activities.
At the table are also two new arrivals. One of them (who was in truth many times here) Mrs. K. finally asks whether she could now do with their first "first meeting". He hesitates. Actually, that was scheduled for the afternoon, he means so half-jokingly that he was mentally and morally or insufficiently prepared, agrees but then after all. For reasons of convenience, found the four-on-one meeting place right at our table in subdued volume. The others continue to play their games, Two read books, a tried (brought by Mrs K.) on Sudoku, two other silent and rigid.
Former gangster expresses after some time that he wants in the kitchen. Rejected. He wants to go to the bathroom. Can he be forgotten. Mrs. K. knows exactly, in fact, he just wants out of smoking - but unfortunately this is not acceptable, we will not let us see outside recess time outside when smoking. The department of management, coordination and administration has its offices in a tower-like building with a closer look at our smoking section. The only trouble!
expresses the fee, they would be on here as in the school. She tells how last two types have been sent for paper airplanes fiddling while the so-called "job training" (Lecture with overhead projector) to the door. It surprised no one.
The time passes slowly away. Smoking break. Small talk.
A rather taken looking girl tells of her husband. Sometimes they fight each other - that is, they always start in battle with the blows, he beats back then. At worst it was once, when his white polo shirt was not washed as agreed. Result: laceration. Your child has watched.
She tells it all with the same casual ease with which they admitted only yesterday, rarely sleep more than four hours per day. The round is shocked and does not understand why, despite these excesses of violence is still with the type together. Their reasoning, in that order: I love him. So I am dependent on him. We have a child. He also can not help it, he is hyperactive.
This has left us all pretty clueless.
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| scarred for life. |
After lunch, I go with the man in the red jacket over to another building, we want to work on the PC. The social worker arrived and now it enables us and happy that I will help him on the PC so that not all that takes forever.
The networked only via wireless computer cabinet is almost full. A policy class that I myself can not be attributed entirely, perhaps a commercial area. They are not scheduled to do some exercise (reproduce a pre-printed table in Excel), but babble all the time on most vulgar way about any fun. The instructor of this class is sitting at the teacher's computer and moronic grins, can occasionally also from some times saying, clicks all the while frantically around on their mouse.
We sit down at the last two free seats (first row) and go about our work: I am looking for lyrics and notes together for tomorrow's Christmas party, he surfs out of me for some reason on the pages of some sports and dance clubs - He has no Internet at home.
A guy comes in, workers. The held in an ironic tone exchange is symbolic of how things get here in the action.
Lecturer: If s back!
He: bad all my life ', shame on me.
you: Since müss'mer still a few dates with a pure guess.
He nods with a grin and sits down.
you: ashes on his head. Shortly : It is bad.
comes later came a very loud little groups, belonging to the class.
The lecturer, ironic again with her determination:
Just buck up, I hate to write ne warning!
The crowd bawls.
Lecturer: Anpflocken here or on coat hooks.
from the back causes a woman: I let me anpflocken of no one, only one!
Later, the teacher leaves the room for a while. The mice dance on the tables. There are mulled wine for all, which should account for a very relaxed atmosphere.
The teacher comes in and says, I quote again:
Bad, bad, bad ... bad, bad, bad, bad ... bad. The
is probably nothing to add.
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