general update
Oct. 20th, 2004 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dream_labyrinthYesterday was quite eventfull.
In short: I got the job I wanted, we had a strange evening and I have a sty. (Which, by the way, is the new word for today. Had to look it up in the dictionary.)
I called the army lady again - or rather, tried to call her every ten minutes between 9:30 and 1 o'clock. Then I finally reached somebody, but not the person I talked to the other times. Turns out she's in the hospital because she had an accident. Pretty good excuse for not calling me. I think I'll forgive her.
Anyway, the lady filling in for her wasn't sure whether or not I had gotten accepted, so she called the lady in the hospital and some other people, then called me back, and told me that I should come down to Munich beginning of November to sign the paperwork, and then start working in Hammelburg.
So I could call the guy at the university and tell him I don't need that job anymore.
And I now have a job. Now I have to get an income-tax card, and health insurance (up until now, I'm covered within my Dad's health insurance, but that's no longer possible when I have a job), and an apartment and so on.
Though most likely I'll be able to sleep on the base in the beginning, so I can search for a flat when I'm down there. Much better than trying from here.
Yesterday evening, we had guests. Very interesting. Some explanation necessary, though.
In the house we used to live in in Halle, there was one apartment used by the church, for pastors and their families. One pastor that lived in that place was the one who babtized me and my older siblings, and his wife was godmother to my sister.
Soo, sometime in the 80s, they left the GDR. They had trouble in their marriage for ages, and were always close to getting divorced. In 1993 or 94, they visited for my sister's confirmation. Shortly after that, they got divorced. Between them leaving Halle and the confirmation, and all the time since then, we didn't have any contact with them.
Then a few days ago my Mom got a call from the woman. She had since remarried and was on a sightseeing tour in this area with her second husband and her grand-daughter (she had three children from her first marriage).
So they came to visit yesterday, and it was the weirdest experience ever. The woman, H., was the only one who knew us. She hadn't seen us for ten years. All the memories she talked about were stories from her first marriage. Which is logical, as it was her first marriage that got us in contact in the first place. At dinner, she told us the long and sad story of her marriage and divorce, and her new love, all the while her second husband sat around rather awkwarldy and didn't really know what to say. And her granddaughter had the look on her face only a fifteen-year-old can have when listening to her grandmother's sex life. (Yes, H. went that much into detail.)
It was so strange.
Yesterday evening my right eye started hurting and itching, and this morning it was swollen. I have a sty. Went to the doctor and got some ointment to put on both eyes. Hopefully it's gone in a few days. It's not so much that it looks as if I got into a fight, but more that the swollen lid presses against the eye, and that hurts. Good thing I found it out so quickly, though. The last time, I went to the doctor much later (and on vacation), and the ointment didn't work, and as soon as I got home I had to have it cut out.
Funny endnote: I just got an email inviting me to another interview. Tehee. Too late folks!
In short: I got the job I wanted, we had a strange evening and I have a sty. (Which, by the way, is the new word for today. Had to look it up in the dictionary.)
I called the army lady again - or rather, tried to call her every ten minutes between 9:30 and 1 o'clock. Then I finally reached somebody, but not the person I talked to the other times. Turns out she's in the hospital because she had an accident. Pretty good excuse for not calling me. I think I'll forgive her.
Anyway, the lady filling in for her wasn't sure whether or not I had gotten accepted, so she called the lady in the hospital and some other people, then called me back, and told me that I should come down to Munich beginning of November to sign the paperwork, and then start working in Hammelburg.
So I could call the guy at the university and tell him I don't need that job anymore.
And I now have a job. Now I have to get an income-tax card, and health insurance (up until now, I'm covered within my Dad's health insurance, but that's no longer possible when I have a job), and an apartment and so on.
Though most likely I'll be able to sleep on the base in the beginning, so I can search for a flat when I'm down there. Much better than trying from here.
Yesterday evening, we had guests. Very interesting. Some explanation necessary, though.
In the house we used to live in in Halle, there was one apartment used by the church, for pastors and their families. One pastor that lived in that place was the one who babtized me and my older siblings, and his wife was godmother to my sister.
Soo, sometime in the 80s, they left the GDR. They had trouble in their marriage for ages, and were always close to getting divorced. In 1993 or 94, they visited for my sister's confirmation. Shortly after that, they got divorced. Between them leaving Halle and the confirmation, and all the time since then, we didn't have any contact with them.
Then a few days ago my Mom got a call from the woman. She had since remarried and was on a sightseeing tour in this area with her second husband and her grand-daughter (she had three children from her first marriage).
So they came to visit yesterday, and it was the weirdest experience ever. The woman, H., was the only one who knew us. She hadn't seen us for ten years. All the memories she talked about were stories from her first marriage. Which is logical, as it was her first marriage that got us in contact in the first place. At dinner, she told us the long and sad story of her marriage and divorce, and her new love, all the while her second husband sat around rather awkwarldy and didn't really know what to say. And her granddaughter had the look on her face only a fifteen-year-old can have when listening to her grandmother's sex life. (Yes, H. went that much into detail.)
It was so strange.
Yesterday evening my right eye started hurting and itching, and this morning it was swollen. I have a sty. Went to the doctor and got some ointment to put on both eyes. Hopefully it's gone in a few days. It's not so much that it looks as if I got into a fight, but more that the swollen lid presses against the eye, and that hurts. Good thing I found it out so quickly, though. The last time, I went to the doctor much later (and on vacation), and the ointment didn't work, and as soon as I got home I had to have it cut out.
Funny endnote: I just got an email inviting me to another interview. Tehee. Too late folks!
