Photo by ShellyS…it all comes to an end.
No, no, this is not a maudlin post about breaking up or getting some sort of terminal disease. I am referring, of course, to my removal from the unemployed masses and placement directly outside them again. I have indeed gone and gotten myself gainfully employed again.
I am actually rather pleased about it. Sure, it is an entry level position and doesn’t pay an awful lot more than the money the Arbeitsamt were giving me, but the entry level side of things is causing me a serious amount of joy at the moment. I won’t have the levels of stress that I had before and this means that my quality of life can improve to the level that I want.
I will indeed be answering phones and logging calls…the very job that I ran a team of guys doing previously. A “Phone Monkey” if you will…and frankly I like it. The company seems really good, and, when I get myself onto the shifts I will have time to do private study…they are pretty relaxed and the team that I met on my trial day seem like the kind of people I can get along with and more importantly, work with.
The best news for me, however, is of course the increased opportunity for blog fodder. Hence why I have yet to (and won’t) name the company.
The last few months have given me a much needed break, a chance to recover from my stresses and didn’t get me too bored – I was (just about) able to get used to having less money around…which means the salary at the new place won’t be a problem to manage and did I mention the lack of stress? Sure, there will be pressure…it’s a busy environment and has very tight deadlines…but little stress. No more bringing work home, going in hours early to get things done.
As a certain PM mentioned, I will also be able to drink again (in moderation of course )
Enough about my re-entry to civilised society. It was ZS’s birthday the other day, and IP organised a BierBike. I made a brief mention of this amazing thing before. 16 of us made the short walk to pick up the “bike” and we were on our way.
I must admit, I fully expected there to be substantially more gears and less actual effort to move the thing…it was pretty hefty as it goes. The beer becomes more of a requirement than tool for getting drunk. As we got close to ZS’s place, IP made the call to get him outside…the rest of us stopped pedalling and tried to keep 3 tonnes of BierBike quiet. It would have worked too until, halfway through IP’s conversation with ZS, W decided to shout at us all to pedal more. Meh, ZS was still pretty impressed…and so began an alcohol fuelled (literally) whistle stop tour of Frankfurt.
I should point out that after 20 minutes or so of pedalling, someone came up with the idea that we should switch seats at each red light…which would give everyone a chance to rest on the non-pedalling seats from time to time…leading to huge screams of REEEEED (if you were pedalling) and GREEEEN (if you were resting) in an effort to change the lights into your favour.
We took in all of the main areas of Frankfurt…including the Red Light district. That almost caused a problem with our rotation scheme…. Also, whilst we got a decent reception from the girls who try to entice you into the strip joints…one particular lady of negotiable affection didn’t take kindly to our rendition of “Ruby” by the Kaiser Chiefs and decided to flip us “the bird” with a snarly grimace type thing on her face. Again…meh!
It must have something to do with the consumption of alcohol when combined with exercise, but I was wrecked when we got back to drop off the bike…although I like to think it was the 2 shots of Jagermeister personally…honest…no, really!
Rest assured, even with the nightmare of pain and torture that was heading up hill and over bridges, I still want one for my next birthday….only I think there should be a “Birthday Boy Doesn’t Pedal” rule. It’s only fair