The big day has arrived. The skirts are lacking, plucked the tablecloths, some of the construction workers even have teeth and shoes polished. There are ventilated rooms, paper piles sorted, separated from useful useless. All Ortense deceive you before Betriebssamkeit lively, especially the unemployed construction workers can be seen scurrying about extensively on the camp grounds. You get great equipment from gates that would otherwise remain closed forever. They contribute around pipes, they turn the roads.
because everything has to look immaculate when around noon, the delegation by the labor office is called automatically. Our new teachers suddenly grabs a strange sense of responsibility. He, who denounced the day before or the states and ensure changes would be, at once anxious to conceal the states to protect themselves from the Office not to give the nakedness of need. "Packt but once the Dilber and the bottles away, so that this does not look like cabbage and beets, which can come at any moment." The camp is indeed a huge eyesore, but it is at least our blot - This setting controls the mood among my fellow inmates. People will be stressed. Want to quickly aufwaschen nor any cups, eat a load Centrifuge. Today everything must shine, so it has ordered the management.
Speaking of management, is Bundesanzeiger in the balance sheet of the company (one gGmbH, the little "G" for "profit") to read:
to indicate the total remuneration of the management is under the according to reference. § 286 paragraph 4 in conjunction with § 285 Sentence 1 No. 9 Letter a) Commercial Code.
course, there are not enough to do, and thanks to the artificial stress we're ready to help more than usual, since that is just waiting, waiting eternal.
I think the tension any longer. The evasive discussions that dumb Geglotze, waiting for the big non-event. My head is suppressed. My hand will not write any more. The air is thinner, the water no longer tastes good. I have to get out.
Without saying anything, I get up, put on my jacket ... It is drizzling outside - the whole day.
I leave the building. Passing the grit pile. Passing the smoking-ban-shield. Passing the Secretariat building. Passing still stressed construction workers. Past the crowded smoking island. Past the main building with its conference room. Out of the premises! The road not far it runs to a hill on tempting thicket through which shines a magical white glow. I bow by hanging thorn bushes, leads a small, muddy path me up at the lights. It is the last snow of winter - it will evaporate, but the humidity has captured the mist on the ground, he remains stuck on snow. I walk, trudge through the watery white, the path lurches up the hill through increasingly dense thorn bushes. I fight through it, on and on - away from the camp.
Finally I discover a plateau, a meadow dotted with moss-green trees. Driven snow and dark green spongy Grass, it's beautiful out here, I feel free. I can breathe again, can walk again, everything feels real, true and close. For a while I wander around and decide to return later with my camera.
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Strengthened I go back to camp, there is still all the same. The people are waiting for Godot. My absence, no one seems to have noticed. Sometime around noon, you watch actually sometimes three official figures, together with a member of the camp administration by the space walk, they take their clipboards in front of it responsibly. A quick glance to the left, an even shorter look right, make check marks, on we go. No questions asked .. They go from building to building, the care of the quality review is limited to clearly establish the presence of human and material.
a particular building is out of the delegation, then it is probably not much to see. Two offices, one classroom, two computer rooms. The second floor is used by another company.
sits in one of the local computer rooms of morning to night without interruption, the Department Warehouse / Logistics / Commercial, I have already reported a few times from this claustrophobic space, see day 12 (last paragraph) and interlude . The people there, it has hit particularly hard. They are virtually forced to spend the whole day on the PC. It is for them to do nothing, absolutely nothing, they can not even effectively run back and forth. On the server are a handful of files with Word and Excel exercises on the wall a couple of flow charts related to logistics operational processes. That's it. You play all day long browser games, click in a local community flirt around (the larger Social networking sites are blocked by firewall), is rarely aired. There
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| niches in the niches |
According to one young man there is a surplus workers in warehouse / logistics. A few years ago were as much designed to be many people who now sit all around the camp and move computer mouse back and forth, completely unnoticed by the public. The young man has been unemployed for three years and learn different programming languages since then, trying out their own projects and saw his future in the IT sector. He would like to retrain IT specialists make the employment office and asked for an appropriate funding. Rejected.
to our conversation yesterday and your request bezügl. retraining, I must regret to say that the conditions do not exist for retraining in your case. They have a current professional qualification and there is a corresponding demand for labor in your area. Furthermore, experience has shown that the conclusion of which they are intended not as a specialist / application development without the appropriate experience purposeful on the 1 Labor market. Retraining may be the reasons mentioned above therefore not supported by the BA.
discouraged, humiliated, chance - it seems everything is on schedule. The delegation is again on the way home, the day draws to a close.
According to official statistics for 2010 were in the right circle SGBII of over eight hundred thousand permits issued to "measures to enable and professional integration," an annual average of 120 441 people were constantly subjected to exactly such measures. (Source )
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