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[kittydesade]

UWE: Guten Tag. Ohrdorf ist mein Name, Uwe Ohrdorf. Ich würde gern Frau Dr. Ziegler sprechen. Ich habe einen Termin bei ihr.
SEKRETÄRIN: Guten Tag, Herr Ohrdorf. Ja bitte, gehen Sie doch gleich hinein. Sie ertwartet Sie schon.

PERSONALCHEFIN: Herr Ohrdorf, Sie studieren jetzt im achten Semester Informatik und wollen zwei Monate bei uns arbeiten.
UWE: Ja, richtig.
PERSONALCHEFIN: Wie ich sehe, haben Sie schon als Informatiker gearbeitet.
UWE: Ja, ich habe letzts Jahr auch einen Ferienjob gehabt und da habe ich ganz gut praktische Erfahrungen gesammelt.
PERSONALCHEFIN: Und was wollen Sie später damit machen?
UWE: Ich möchte eine Stelle bei einer Bank, eine Aufgabe mit viel Verantwortung, hoffe ich.

Fragen:
1. Wen möchte Uwe sprechen? Uwe möchte Frau Dr. Ziegler sprechen.
2. Warum soll er gleich hineingehen? Frau Dr. Ziegler ihm etwartet.
3. Was studiert Uwe? In welchem Semster? Er studiert im achten Semester Informatik.
4. Wie hat ihn der Ferienjob letzten Sommer auf die neue Stelle vorbereitet?
5. Was für eine Stelle möchte Uwe später finden? Wo? Er möchte eine Stelle bei einer Bank finden.



How the hell did I make it to chapter 11 already. And while I'm at it, how the hell did I get to where I'm at least reasonably competent at reading and translating and understanding German, and how can I still feel this floundery? Stupid caterpillars.

Oh god, we're almost done with the Haven analysis and then the Woman in Black analysis and then we'll be caught up with our own expectations! If not with the material. Just in time for new material! Yay. No, I kid, or kind of, the work is making us a bit boggly-eyed but we enjoy chewing over things like this. That's why we have the blog! And Anna's going to spend today ploughing through Haven and then I will spend tonight ploughing through Grimm and then we will be caught up to the new data. And hopefully this week's Grimm won't take terribly long. She said, knowing that would jinx everything.

We interrupt this blather with an entertaining announcement: Samuel L Jackson did an ad stumping for Obama along the lines of 'Go the Fuck to Sleep', only now it's "Wake the Fuck Up." I love that man.

Um. Okay! We have permits, I'm turning over keys to the contractor tomorrow morning or Brian is tomorrow afternoon, and I need to get copies of the permits to the bank so they know the work can begin and I'll talk to the bank about the first draw. Which I should actually call the bank today and do that, see if they can get an inspector over. Argh logistics. So annoying. But it's forward progress even if it is annoying, and since the center is in an earlier time zone, that makes that easier. Okay, then. Holy crap, stuff is actually HAPPENING. It's like a much more fun version of hurry up and wait. Cleaning and renovations and more cleaning and moving stuff to the new house from the apartment and more cleaning and you guys I am so excite I cannot even tell you. Again.

Right. We work before we play, which means it's time for me to get back to day job work, not throttle our suppliers (don't ask), and get that done and dusted so I can call the bank and set up an inspection for the draw procedure. Hopefully this will go more easily than the purchase process. And I still need a tag for the house. Blargh.

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[kikibug13]

... dude, those were still quick permits. YAY!