Everything went terribly fast. We just sat in a classroom on the first floor. Our faculty team has again conjured up a new project out of a hat, any event with a 3-course meal for which we are to create flyers, which are then distributed to the "premises". I did not feel like part of me to madness. Just want to just go out and breathe - so just apologize for staring at her laptop Mrs. W. and enter the hall. At the end of the same hue to me a glassy door, or on the large porch behind the door lying untouched snow. There I want to go, will loosen the loop around your neck a little.
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| proverbial light at the end of the tunnel |
I open the door and step out, fresh air is blowing towards me. I take a deep breath and walk around a bit, my footsteps leave tracks in the snow. It is not too cold, or at least I do not feel anything like this, I am very inspired by the freedom lucky to be up here alone, where no one else.
But luck is not permanent. Through the half open door, an elderly woman drowned sternly, "What are you doing out there? Which group do you belong? What is your name?" I say spontaneously that I'm here just to visit, but then randomly come on Mrs. W. from the room and identified me. "You can not just open the emergency doors. That will have consequences! You will have to pay for the cost!"
What, how? An emergency door? This is me did not notice - I wanted to do was go outside. I'm still trying to run after the superior woman to apologize or at least find out what costs they spoke of ominous because - as she disappears without a word back to her office for "work coordination" or something like that.
take it or not - what's happened here? Worried and confused, I turn to my wife for the moderate W. tolerate "laissez-faire" attitude to this scandal can not and put me on a computer - should I participate at last, make flyers.
My last work.
seats than half an hour later I was in the said office in a small, square table. Mrs. M. is sitting opposite me who has to say here probably that. Seat at the table and that of Mrs. W. woman who caught me inflagranti temporary escape through the emergency door. After I explained again and apologized, they told me that the action was over for me now. My clerk called the job center will get in touch with me, I could now go home.
a bittersweet feeling comes over me. Although I feel liberated, but somehow also ejected. I have not freed themselves, at least not directly. No, I am going to put right on the door. The familiar surroundings and in spite of all involuntary and psycho-social distance somehow beloved people - may I see all again? Is that the essence of the Stockholm syndrome?
There is a smoking break outside the house are a handful of my men and the lecturer. I tell them is still quite shocked that you have just thrown me out without warning because of opening an emergency door that I'm finally free again, I but very strange feeling. Apparently I'm not alone with this feeling: no one can really say what, even the teachers think of anything to do so. Malice, envy, malice - nothing really fits here.
The lecturers and participants know exactly how pointless the action and feel the slow disintegration of their motivation and integrity - and yet they are divided in to play with the theater, trying desperately all over somehow to gain something positive or just hold on - it are only a few months ...
is then determined all is well again.
This is probably not be my last post, I might finally have an appointment at the unemployment office for clarification of the "incident" before.
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