Time for a break in the dick parade.
*10 minute blank out staring at screen* I don’t really know what to say. I promised Justin if he emailed me I would post. I’m rusty.
I’m in ‘class’ – “Projekt zur Berufsorientierung junger Frauen” which is translated as a project for the career orientation of young women. The only good thing here is that there’s a kitchen with free coffee and free DSL. And maybe a new friend. But she needs to wash her hair more than every four days. And eat a few cheeseburgers.
After class yesterday I had an appointment with a real man of our times. He’s the director of this place and before he goes into retirement at the end of this year and dies with his tiny pension stuffed under his pillow he’s supposed to help out us “girls” with finding an 8 week place where we can do a praktikum. I guess that’s an internship, basically you work full time in some place and don’t get paid.
The problem with him started right at the beginning by telling me that I should probably pronounce my first name (Samantha) a little more “German” – as in Zumuntu. Apparently being American and having an american name is no longer a good idea for the work scene? He’s so modern and up to date. What made his statement 5 points more ridiculous is that in my class of 15, over half are foreigners from the Middle East and it took me a week to understand their names and be able to pronounce them the correct way – ie. how their own country would say it. No one tells them to germanize their names.
Strike two was that he didn’t realize that my email address was an email address. Obviously he’s never seen that new invention of the internet. Or written an email. Which wouldn’t surprise me because in the 90 minutes I had to stare at my reflection in his glasses and he sat in front of the window that was the cause of my migraine he received SEVEN phone calls. He didn’t politely tell them to call back, he had full blown coversations with Spaniards and Turks that were looking for or found jobs in construction and factories. And I got to quietly sit there with nothing to do.
For being a career counselor he apparently has no idea how to listen to what people want to do and suggest things along the line of what goal they’re reaching for. I threw out the idea of opening a cafe, something I’ve already started, and he told me to do a bakers training. Baking bread = serving coffee? Right.
And he’s so educated he couldn’t figure out where Michigan, one of my most prominent states in the America, was located.
He couldn’t grasp the concept that the name of an american elementary school and a language school aren’t really important in life, and that it doesn’t matter what the meaning or relevance behind the name is.
Or that I didn’t want to work in the fucking warehouse of the construction store (like Lowe’s or something) just because he had a connection there that was also german-american. He said it would teach me better German. I wondered if wizzing on his rug would piss him off.
A real man of our times.
