Würg. Ein nervtötendes Thema für Betriebe, die Mitarbeiterzahlen >100 haben oder die ihre Personalbetreuung ausgelagert haben, sprich keine handverlesene Eins-zu-Eins-Betreuung mehr leben. Da hat der Staat mal schön den ArbeitgeberInnen den Buhmann zugeschoben.
I am the classical "emotional pressure eater". After having realized it I have learned more and more to live with that and to either do something else instead of eating or - even the better - just relaxe in the middle of things, or change the situation if necessary.
That doesn't always work. Right now I am about to loose my temper. Since February I deal with the possibility of getting a fulltime contract for a project abroad. This project means a lot to me - but I am not the one to negociate. I'm just the one who will go there and do the project. Right now we are talking about a beginning in September, but it's still not clear. Considering that I do have to deal with boring things like "what to do with my appartment", "cancel my monthly ticket for public transportation", "cancel mobile phone" ect. ect. ect. I start to become antsy.
I have to move, jeeze 'o pete! To another country! I wanna get going instead of eating!!!
Jeanette Wintersons Roman "Warum glücklich statt einfach nur normal?" hat mich sehr berührt. Bemerkenswert mit was für einem kreativen Überlebenswillen dieser Mensch ausgestattet ist.
It really amazes me how the will an the heart of a human being finds ways to survive. And the way she puts it down in words is heartbreakingly clear and soft and butal at the same time.
That book makes me think about the meaning and complexity of the term sanity.
Recommended to everyone with a difficult childhood ;-) and to everyone how loves literature and books.
Once I quit my well paid job in the telecommunication sector to move abroad for love. That love turned out to be one big scam und I felt really cheated - yes, my own responsibility, I was too willing to see just the positive sides of that relationship, I know.
So I decided to go back to Germany. That was a good decision, even though I didn't get back my old job and have done temp work since then.
I don't punish myself for having done all those mistakes, or should I say that one big mistake of being to eager to make it work. Overall I learned a lot out of that experience.
But ever since then I am as far away from a decent privat health insurance as the earth is from the moon.
To find a dermatologist as an ordinary public health patient is almost a complete impossibility.
Being turned down by the fifth one today ("We don't accept new public health patients untill next year") I could really cry over my stupidity and naivité back then and while I'm at it over all that spilled hope, too.
