Sorry

I’m actually too tired, bodily exhausted, to post something. The construction site was terrible. I was moving constantly for 12 hours, stairs up stairs down, looking for strange things I never encountered before – what is a “Sumpfpumpe”? The organisation of this multimillion-Euro-building (it is a new highly sophisticated hospital) is a mess: The delivered new (!) furniture while I was there, four full trucks (that is 56 meters of loading space, it’s a lot) and because there was no storing room they had to put these fresh desks and wahtnot into the levels still under construction! And as everybody told me I was questioning, these things will remain there for some weeks – why not throw it away immedeately? But what the hell – we are taling about areas where inside walls are to be constructed, but the original floor is already there. If these areas will ever be finished the refreshing can start at once. It is a gigantic waste of time, money and work force. Of course the organisation is in public hands.
What i learned or encountered for the first time is the evil magic of the uniform. I actually have no uniform, it is a mock: Blue shirt, blue trousers, a kind of jacket and a pullover, no badges or something. You look at it and it is formal and official in a way. And you get away with nonsense. A electrician really annoyed me, he in a way tried to find out how far he could go. The following day I did not react to him and finally made him produce his ID, looked at it very intense and memorized his name, gave it back with an ugly grin. No explanations. Enough to make him nervous and go away. It is the imminent threat, there could be something to follow. I was talking to the colleague who will work there next week. Jo is very large, fat and loves to play the mean cop. He’s younger than me and knows very well how he looks, how people categorize him. Slowly I understand the men I work with, they have no more illusions about themselves and their situation, and they use what they have as good as possible. He will check the electrician and kick him well – don’t be afraid and do not waste your sympathy, the bloke deserves it. And by the way it helps to better the stance of the men in blue there within this bunch of cutthroats from all Europe.
After three days in the mud I was allowed to sleep, made the normal nightly rounds and on this Saturday the already mentioned “Tag der offenen Tür” “Open house day” at my employer’s main customer took place. I came in, was grabbed by the responsible man in charge and he put me into the middle of nowhere where I served as roadblock. I actually enjoyed the day at the fresh air, sadly no sun today but no rain either, collecting leaves and watching birds. I had interesting conversations with some people who came by, they all knew the site very well having worked there for years or having built it – who came there had to know where to go, so only the insiders showed up. People tell me, not without success I once collected life stories, oral history. I went home, slept a little and then again did the nightly rap. Now I wait to collapse. Who has the nerve to wake me up tomorrow dies a cruel death.

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19 thoughts on “Sorry

  1. A Sumpfpumpe I’m guessing from the name is the pump used to pump out rain water from holes that are dug so they can work in it.I have worked on army checkpoint so I know about the power of the uniform it isn’t evil if you use it against evil.

  2. They have eight of these damn things in different basement levels. These have to be controlled, especially after some super technician kills the elletrictrick for the whole site (!). If these pumps do not work the muddy something will rise and finally flow into the new levels stuffed with technic like air filters (hey, they can filter out bacteria!), water whatnot, you get the picture. Problem is that you do not get a plan. There is one somewhere but not for the replacement security assistant. You get it showed one time and that’s it. Most time I try to not get lost there. Anyway I have to see that site just one more time, on a Frayday afternoon. I’ll be alone there and if my replacement doesn’t see me he will not check me out (you have to phone in when you start and when you leave) and so sooner or later they’ll collect my rotting bones … no drama here, I simply hate that place. I am too old for that work.I used the uniform for my revenge. I awoke a nasty Unteroffizier (NCO is too friendly) in me. And that shit worked because of some blue shirt.Recently I read about the making of a film about the Third Reich. The comparsery gathered and received their costumes – one part civil clothing of the time, one part SS-uniforms. After that the two groups strictly parted.It helps me to understand the power of disguise and masks.

  3. Jehovah’s witnesses, beware!I put a sign on my door stating in both English and Spanish DAY SLEEPER, DO NOT DISTURB!!! I added the Spanish because there are a lot of Mexicans in this neighborhood and one day before I added the Spanish one of them pounded on my door asking for “Eduardo.” He spoke no English so I told him in my half-assed Spanish that Eduardo didn’t live here. “No Eduardo?” he asked, looking somewhat unhappily surprised.“No. No Eduardo aqui.”I don’t need anyone else looking for Eduardo in the middle of my rest.Your job sounds horrible. I hope you find something else.I would have treated that workman in a similar fashion. I have no patience for people who feel they must push me.

  4. (((((Mago))))) I dont think I would much care for your job. I am familiar with sumppumps tho. When they are needed they are really needed. A very useful peice of machinery that.

  5. You know some people, if they are not deterred by the uniform, then they are attracted too it! I had many men, who would float to me like cat hair to a hot glue gun.Wanted me to be their rough and tumble dominatrix. Sadly, many of them easily lured by the uniform, lacked my prerequiste for intelligent banter. I like to run my fingers through a man’s brain before I give him a good roll in the sheets! ;>As always,Prx

  6. LilyNo Spanish needed here, but Saxonian and Russian.RaineWhy do you know about sumppumps? Are you a heavy equipment mechanic?Proxima dominatrix“Alles was a Mann schöner is’ als wie a Aff’ is a Luxus!”Roughly: Bloody luxury if the bloke looks better than an ape. 🙂AustereMy heartfelt congratulations! A real book!It is always something special to see the own name printed. I hope you get positive feedback.Again: Allerherzlichste Glückwünsche!SavannahYoho, men die in boots! 🙂I want to thank you all. The only thing that is bad is the start of the new semester on 15th and I can not have my first seminar session on 16th.

  7. Mago, Enjoy your rest because you sure can’t enjoy that job! It is puzzling how some people can build and do such a rotten stupid job of it. But if its built by government it will have alot of poor workmanship.As far as uniforms go, you did a good job with the electrition. I really don’t have much faith in people ie.-police in uniform.

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