Sorry, I’m late. To my excuses, yesterday was the first really relaxed day for quite some time, a very enjoyable day in the sun, spent mostly in a baroque garden watching birds, fish and the sun sparkling on the water. Later a new resting place needed testing, on a hill looking over the village, where the old wooden benches were replaced with new equipment that is formed like a wave. At first glance it looks a bit strange but the ameublement is astoundingly comfortable.
And comfortable I feel now too, because of what happened at work this morning. In jedem Korb ist ein fauler Apfel, as the saying goes, and the rotten apple decided to hit at me last week, what lead to fundamentally different reactions of my co-driver and me. While she was kicked into immediate action, I needed some time to get my head around what had actually happened.
It seems that all the years of working “free-lance”, within institutions now and then but well outside hierarchies, in office environments of different sorts (academic or “higher” administration), and most of the time simply from my own desk – that all this made me unaware of blunt and ugly malice, which in turn caught me out unaware and by surprise. I had to think about it for some days until I decided that all this is worth nothing, sterile and of no account and surely nothing I should bring home with me. So I came to a conclusion and planned a reaction, but it seems that I not only have become unaware of plain idiocy but also of the force of the group. Without any action by me this morning some people gathered and voiced their discontent with the bad apple, his last actions pointed against me were seemingly just the tip of the iceberg, or the proverbial straw.
I watched in awe, a lot of discontent showed up, people are simply fed up with the antics of the playground-bully. It was helpful that the supervisor had shown up this morning (he was there for different reasons) and I watched lively discussions. El supremo talked to me before the fun started, they want to send me to some training or such, maybe I’ll learn the secret handshake and all this.
I am looking forward to the short working week of just three days, with Himmelfahrtstag (Ger., Eng.) on Thursday, soon Pfingsten (Ger., Eng.) will be here, pentecostes – hopefully some of the holy spirit will be available & enlighten us all.
For all “rambling rakes of poverty” a song by Charles IVES (Ger., Eng.), A Son of A Gambolier, sung by Ryan MacPHERSON, accompanied by various artists (who are listed on youtube) – I hope you enjoy it. Here’s a cup of coffee to a hassle-free week !