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A Gender Bender,

 … first thing in the morning, no less.

  • “Dear Mrs. Client, I can deliver your translation next week.”
  • “Thank you, Mrs. Alcessa, that would be nice. Have a nice week.”
  • “Thank you, Mrs. Client, wish you a nice week, too.”
  • “Thank you. Actually, that would be Mr. Client, Nicolas being a French male name.”
  • “Oh, I am so sorry! I read your name as ‘Nicola’ … You know, I get called Mr. from time to time, too. Funny thing, no?”
  • “Yes, it happens all the time, no problem :-)”

Liar.

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Exhausting.

That’s how mine was. The moving 15 kilometres away and setting up a new home with the old furniture and stuff.

Am officially a villager, as of today. For the first time in my life. I know, I know, it did seem as if, but no: as of today only.

Everyone owns dogs here which is a good thing as I like dogs but wouldn’t want to own any. 🙂


Karlsruhe Europaplatz

Na poti me sreča kamelji prst, oblečen v pepermintno zeleno. Vseeno sem olajšana: kakor koli že zgleda, prisotnost mladine je pomirjujoča. Življenje – ne: utapljanje v kritični masi starcev ne bo kos pogače, tudi če smo bodoči starci trenutno še moderne osebe srednjih let. Za razliko od plemenite konzervativnosti prehuda okostenelost duha pač dolgočasi in po nepotrebnem utruja. Ni mi do tega.

Zaenkrat pa vsi skupaj, staro in mlado, sedimo na vlaku, z zabasanimi ušesi. Ne vem, zakaj ima moj ajPod tako rad Leonarda, najbrž sem dobila izdelek s posebej melanholičnim slučajnostnim algoritmom, na srečo je Cohen tudi meni pri srcu. Na srečo imam rada tudi Adele, čeprav je moja glasbena škatlica ne zna nehati igrati, takoj po prvi pesmi. Na srečo me velikokrat tudi preseneti.

Wo ist dein Schuh? Du hast ihn verloren … Als ich dir den Weg zeigen musste. Wer hat verloren?

Utrujena. Premalo spanja.

Skrbi me. Študij sem vpisala iz povsem logičnih razlogov, sedaj pa mi gre na živce, da imam premalo časa zanj. Kot vedno bi veliko raje študirala kot delala. Take mam že od nekdaj.press.
Vseeno nisem čisto prepričana, da me privlači samo študij – morebiti svoj čisto poseben čar nad mano izživlja tudi navidezna moč, ki jo oddajajo zakoniki? Brskanje po njih? Vse večje poznavanje pravil? Zakaj ljudje študirajo pravo – zaradi denarja ali subjektivnega prirasta moči? Oboje najbrž.

Ko tako berem kvazi informativna besedila na spletnih straneh odvetniških družb, ki razkrivajo, katere predpise po novem kršimo in pred katerimi posledicami se lahko z njihovo pomočjo hitro rešimo – mar je reklama na osnovi strahu pri tako (pozor: ironija) plemenitem poklicu primerna? Mar ne bi bilo nujno, da vsi skupaj takoj začnemo ravnati, kot da se požvižgamo na juristične vladarje v ozadju? No, ne čisto. Pravzaprav: seveda ne. Ampak vprašam pa se lahko. Vprašanja so koristna stvar. Si upam pojesti breskev?

Ja, veselim se svojega seminarja: tri in pol ure minejo kot v hipu. Mogoče se bom kdaj sprijaznila tudi z dejstvom, da bo moj uspeh na izpitih zaradi pomanjkanja časa vedno pod velikim vprašajem, veliko večjim kot kdaj koli prej. Glavno, da se kaj naučim, vse ostalo je daleč preveč dolgočasno.

Na primer Karlsruhe: živ dolgčas. Postajališče Europaplatz je pri nakupovalnem središču, kamor po novem hodijo najstniki z vseh vetrov, da si v znanem irskem šopu napolnijo ogromne nakupovalne vreče za malo keša. Na drugi strani? Ravno tako trgovine. Tudi na tretji in četrti strani trga isto. Ja no. Kaj pa bi rada?

Želite kartico zvestobe? Blagajničarka se mi avtomatsko simpatično nasmehne, ko kartico odklonim. Kdaj sem bila nazadnje v knjigarni? Hmmm … Če ne bi Civilnega zakonika pozabila doma, me tudi danes ne bi videli, pa ga rabim na seminarju. Za brskanje in odgovarjanje na vprašanja. Zdaj si že upam. Na začetku študija sem se vsakokrat tudi malce prestrašila, ker s svojim naglasom privlačim več pozornosti, kot bi mi bilo pri srcu. Tudi če so moji stavki pravilni. Nič več strahu. Tudi govorci z napačnim naglasom imamo svoje pravice. In vprašanja.

BGB pospravim in si grem pogledat modrce v ha und em. Lepi so, res.

Malce pred deseto polna jurističnega znanja spet stojim na postaji in opazujem mladino. Kul klobuk, krasen pirsing, množica zanimivih rukzakov in čudovitih čevljev. Fajn. Seveda imamo tudi tokrat skoraj vsi zaštopana ušesa. Ob tej uri tudi velja povečana nevarnost ropa: predvsem mobilci so zaželeni. Hm, bi tudi meni tatovi vrnili moj handy, ko bi ugotovili, da gre za neuporabno, desetletje staro nokijo?

Zaspana sem.

3_gernsbach duda


Things Happen, No?

Howdy. … Or something.

After having ticked off the survival of this year’s autumn exhaustion successfully (I needed an additional round of workout, though, it must be the age) I am somewhat lost for words … Oh, I know: I must have used them all up to write my uni homework, describing in too many words why person A needn’t pay the purchase price. Lucky bastard: most of us have to.

Not an easy task, studying at home: while I love being independent, I fear I spend too much time searching for information that should simply be available in bulk … On the other hand, when have you last attended a uni seminar wearing a roller in your hair? Exactly.

I must wonder whether I do this on purpose, just to relive the good olden times, when thinking about Kant made me ignore both friends and traffic signs: after having paid my bills and stuff, I turn around to see if anybody’s waiting for me to finish my electronic papirology (nope, dear hackers, I do not bank online) and see a nice lady so I smile in her direction and she smiles back. I take my papers and my wallet and leave, only to remember I am also carrying a handbag today. So I turn and smile apologetically at the nice lady, who looks a bit shattered. “One of those Saturdays” I admit, grip my bag and walk home to finish my seminar paper on not needing to pay. Damn.

Oh, and all the big plans for tomorrow! Polish the parquet and the wardrobe fronts, finally try sewing with my wonderful new sewing machine, finish the seminar paper and get to read a bit.

Very warm here. Like: almost T-shirt and sandals warm. When the nice DHL girl told me this morning they have switched to the Christmas season regime I couldn’t help but exclaim. “Already!?!?” She told me they do that on 1. November and I realized we have November now. So that’s where all the flowers have gone.

Ahhh, and the November sun! Just imagine being able to say that: November sun! It makes all the garish orange, pink and salmon houses in our little town shine sort of beautifoolishly. Not bad at all, I really have to take care not to go down a notch or two in my taste …

Just one more annual exhaustion to tick off and then it’s Christmas.

fancy


Happy are the ignorant who

“I do think her butt’s a bit … largish?” I smile to show that I don’t care and this is only small talk. Only small talk. Like you do when you are married.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “it is too big. A bit. Who is she, anyway?”

“Hm … Do you know … Have you ever heard of this guy called Simpson who killed his wife?”

“Nope.”

“Well, then, it doesn’t matter. She’s no one. Really. Just forget her.”

I don’t feel like being bitter about people who earn gazillions by doing nothing (apart from growing a gross ass and having a really beautiful face) just right now so I decide he is not to know.

I have a husband who’s probably never heard of Kardashians. How good is that?!?  😈

OH, and: I also have some advice for Stewart. Yes, Kristen. It goes like this: Those fallen from grace real life may now embrace. This is a bad translation of a well-known German saying Ist der Ruf erst ruiniert, lebt sich’s völlig ungeniert (bad Slovenian translation: Ko je ugled enkrat ruiniran, lajf postane neženiran)

Good luck, Kristen.

 


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