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Once in a while I have to argue with myself when I read my blog.
Truth is, the really great people I know totally outweigh the flaky ones, and without going too much into detail I am totally overwhelmed about what some friends have done for me in the last few months. Helping me with the car, the job, the furniture, kicking me in the bu## when it is the right time for it...
I am still dragging my feet trying to become a really useful member of German society... but I am trying hard.
PTM's (parent-teacher meeting) confirm that at least my kids show signs of being good kids- isn't that good for an old lady like me?
Well, also that happened only with the help of some awesome people .... I actually feel supported by an army! Hopefully, I can be a good friend, too.
I am also grateful to the spellchecker - as my hands are suffering from medication withdrawal some of my words look like written in code.... hopefully the postman will bring the supplies tomorrow...

Aren't those people a pain in the neck... they agree to do things for you, or with you, and they probably already discount a high probability that it will not quite happen that way.
You end up being the sucker who waits for them, an action or a statement, and all you get is the feeling that they really do not care about you and your time.
Today I was so annoyed about the negative consequences I had to suffer (literally) that I was really close to blowing my top. Instead, I researched a few ways of dealing with it, came to the conclusion I had done it all and join the consequence one smart lady suggested -

Finally, while you probably should not cut this person out of your life, do not make frequent plans with an unreliable person. This sounds cold, but if you keep rewarding the bad behavior, why should it stop? Don't be a glutton for punishment!

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OK. I can live with that, and I put it on my Blog to remind myself

project looks a bit like going south. some group in the group work, and things are going bad.
what makes teams go bad? jealousies, pettiness.
just as good that commercial projects work on commercial basis. when i asked wonderful walter what happens when strange things happen in a group. the week guys get fired, the connected ones get a promotion to some place where they cannot cause damage. true, that is exactly what happened a few times in the old days.
but now it is playtime, and getting through with something that ain't so great. bah. maybe someone gets promoted. hopefully soon!

is one of my favourites, and sometimes very time- and thought absorbing. thus i was too lay to add pictures from my trip to germany- just one that is particularly dear to me will accompany this text.
the trip itself was something else... i knew that flying from alghero to frankfurt hahn had the advantage of being close to home on departure, but the arrival was a bit far away from home in germany. sure thing, the great prices of ryanair succeeded to kill any doubts i had... i snubbed my mom's offer to use her tchibo cheap tickets for the deutsche bahn... instead i found myself a ride on the internet- some young chap from the closeby police academy (snicker) offered the almost perfect trip. i had to wait for a while, but that gave me the opportunity to get a nice sardinian girl on the way who was starting the adventure of working abroad, leaving her three kids with the husband... just not enough money to pay for food and clothes, she said. she kept a brave face, but i could feel how emotional she was and almost cried a few times myself. well, she got on the bus, we burnt a few units of my german telephone to make sure she'd be picked up at destination, and off she went. i waited a bit, punctual at 1.30 my policeman showed up, and we had a wonderful drive in his old golf car. he was another interesting character- with a dream to make a carreer in policework. we talked quite a lot as he hopes to go to the united states to pursue a REAL carreer... i wish him the best.
feeling good about the ecological thing sharing a car and supporting his good cause by paying some of the gas i entered the castrop-rauxel (what a name!!!!) station where he had dropped me- just about 15 km from home.
no sordid details- but just like the last time i travelled bahn the whole thing was a major disaster- the trains were repeatedly cancelled for technical reasons, no explanations or alternatives or even the glimpse of an outlook... horror!!!!!! in the end i struggled through some weird connections and on foot to my parent's house.... my mom was still out in the styx waiting for me at the wrong station.. the phonecalls confirming and cancelling my imminent (haha) arrival had eaten all my meagre credit, and with less than 1 euro the nice telecom guys do not let you make calls... my father was not impressed, and though i felt very innocent i still knew that somehow i was guilty.
we ate in silence- and i dropped into my bed feeling a bit disappointed ... just comforting myself that the purpose of a journey is not arriving, but travelling! (goethe said it better, but surely felt the same, just genius-style)

na, so etwa war es in den ard-nachrichten im internet beschrieben, was man bei den hoerspieltagen in karlsruhe treiben kann... in chill out in einer launch. na ja, launch ist ja eher sowas wo eine rakete abfliegt oder ein manchmal heisses papier an die boerse kommt, oder?
das staendige benutzne von anglizismen in den deutschen medien ist auffaellig, und mich aergert es. auch der "wind des wechsels" hoert sich fuer mich eher nach pampers als nach politischer wende an. heuet habe ich dann auch die ard-rdeaktion gebeten, doch einmal mit einem sprach-tuhl solche stiblueten zu suchen. bei bbc wird weiter in korrektem englisch berichtet, das muessten wir bei medien wie dem "ersten" und anderen, die fuehrend sind erwarten koennen. auch zeitzonen sollten aus gut ausgebildeten journalisten keine sprach-schnitzer machen. das hoer sich doch soooo lieblos an. einfach kein feeling, ou-kaei?