I love lazy Sundays. I haven’t been able to have one for a while – last Sunday I had family visiting and the Sunday before we were in Hamburg – but today, for once we had no plans. So after a nice long lie in, Jan and I spent most of the afternoon lying on the sofa drinking tea and watching the Olympics.
This is the first time I’ve watched the Olympic games in Germany and it’s a little strange seeing things from another perspective. Suddenly all the interviews are with members of the German teams (who mostly don’t seem to be doing very well by the way). For the first time ever I have no idea how the Brits are doing, except in the women’s hockey, and that’s only because the team that thrashed us 5-1 happened to be German. I must admit to sniggering slightly when I realised that two of Germans goals were scored by someone called Fanny Rinne. Childish I know but… hahaha!
Jan’s gone home now and I’m about to go and make some food before continuing to plan my birthday celebrations. I’m 25 on Wednesday people. Don’t forget! 😉
I almost didn’t go to see the football last night. Yesterday was just too hot for me! Despite taking a bottle of water to Gernsbach with us and trying hard to stay in the shade, by the time we left I had a killer headache. Gernsbach is a nice little town though. I found the place where I have the interview, and where I might later be working if all goes well, and it’s in a lovely part of town. There’s a little public garden opposite it with benches to sit on and it’s just across the river from the old part of town. I also found the tram stop where I’ll have to get off on Thursday. One less thing to worry about. Now it’s just the interview itself that’s going to torture me for the next few days.
The football was incredibly boring last night. For Germans it was probably an exciting match, but as a neutral outsider I was bored senseless. Spain won 1-0 and as far as I’m concerned they deserved to. Towards the end Germany did seem to wake up a bit and at least try to equalise but for the entire first half and most of the second Spain might as well have been alone on the pitch. I found myself wondering why I’d bothered to go and watch the match – I could just as easily have stayed home and nursed my headache in bed! Never mind, at least the football is over now and everyone can finally find something new to obsess about.
Oh, and it seems I was wrong about Joachim Loew not being fashionable… at least according to some weird report I saw by accident yesterday. It seems that his combination of a white shirt and black trousers make him a “trendsetter” and all the women find it incredibly sexy. Umm, ok then. Can’t say I find Loew particularly sexy and last time I checked a white shirt and black trousers was the attire of businessmen all over the world, but who am I to argue with the TV. It’s not like I’m exactly a follower of fashion.
My headache seems to have mostly gone this morning – just the odd twinge here and there – and instead I feel slightly sick. I managed to eat a cracker for breakfast and have made a sandwich to take to work with me just in case I feel up to eating later but right now I’m just not hungry at all. And I’m a little worried about the weather too – it’s 19.4°C now and it’s only 8:25am! Not good for someone that gets sunstroke as easily as I do! And today is probably going to be the best day of the week, with highs of 27°C (says the weather man). Tomorrow it’s set to go up to 32°C and at some point later in the week they’re saying it could reach 35°C!
I’ve just been watching the Germany/Turkey game downstairs in the bar. Germany won 3-2, but if you ask me the game wasn’t that exciting. Germany weren’t that impressive and Turkey seemed not to be trying that hard (and didn’t really seem to need to be honest). Joachim Loew seemed to spend a lot of time looking like a savage bear. Probably wanted a cigarette. (I can’t believe people are still searching Google for evidence that Loew smokes. Yes, we all saw him with a cigarette. Now get over it! – and whoever found me by typing in “Joachim Loew fashionable”, all I can say is what?!?! Are you by any chance blind, or delusional, or both perhaps?) The Turkish trainer was apparantly asked to get back into his seat at one point. All he was doing was cheering, and he hadn’t left his little box. What’s the world coming to when a trainer isn’t allowed to cheer his own team??
The funniest part of the game was when they showed some fan trying to run onto the field. About 6 security people promptly proceeded to pounce on him. And I also found it hilarious when the picture suddenly disappeared. Apparantly there was a power cut in Vienna… which somehow affects a game in Basel?! I didn’t catch the details, but somehow the television signal is routed via some TV station in Vienna. Hmm.
Jan is still in the bar. He said he’ll come up to bed after he’s had a beer. I decided not to stay for a beer – I had a headache before the game (thank you thunder storm and heat) and after having an entire bar full of people cheering and clapping around me I think I may now be slightly deaf! Under these circumstances the bar is not a good place to be. Anyway, I have to get up early tomorrow. I’m starting work at 8am, so that I can work for 4 hours then take the afternoon off to do the practice translations for that company (everyone needs to cross their fingers from 12pm til about 6pm please). Jan also has to get up early tomorrow (because otherwise I won’t be able to lock my door when he leaves), but that doesn’t bother him yet. I’m sure it will tomorrow morning when he’s moaning about being tired…
Now there are people outside shouting “so sehen Sieger aus” (that’s what winner’s look like). I hope they go away soon. I need sleep!
I just watched the Germany / Portugal match with a bunch of Germans, which was fun. When you don’t care one way or the other it’s quite amusing to watch how the fans react. But for me, the best part of the whole match was when the cameras zoomed in to show Joachim Loew in his box and he was just lighting up a cigarette. Suddenly 4 of the people I was with sat up in shock and said “he smokes?!”. The pure astonishment on their faces had me in fits of laughter.
There’s a bar in the cellar of my building and they were showing the football match down there (I watched it in my kitchen with some others from my floor.) Now that the match is over it’s become a normal bar evening again… so the music is on. The music is loud, and I live on the ground floor, right above the music. Guess how much sleep I’m going to get tonight?? The good thing about the bar is that it’s only open on Thursdays, so I only have to put up with it once a week. The bad thing about it is… well, the fact that it’s only open on Thursdays. Friday would suit me better – at least then I get to have a lie in the next day. But it can’t be helped. I’m just going to have to bury my head under the pillow tonight.
Oh, here’s something I meant to write about earlier, before I got side-tracked by my lack of housewifely talent…
On Tuesday I got an email from someone at the company in Ettlingen where I’ve applied for a job. They want to me to do a practice translation and 2 practice proofreads for them. The woman who wrote to me said we could talk about details by phone, so I wrote back to say she could send me the texts and if she told me when would be best I would call her, or she could call me on my mobile. She replied yesterday saying she would call me “tomorrow or the next day”. I managed to forget about it for quite large parts of today, but then I would see my phone sitting on the desk and be reminded again, causing butterflies to start flaping around in my stomach. By the time I had my lunch break at 1pm I was a nervous wreck. And the bloody woman didn’t even call! Now I have to go through it all again tomorrow. And all she wants to do is talk to me about practice translations! If this is what I’m like when it’s just a phone call I don’t even want to imagine how I’ll be if they actually invite me for an interview!
I’m so not good at this job hunting lark….
They’ve started playing football songs in the bar now. “Football’s Coming Home” just came on. I love how the Germans always start singing that when their team wins. Makes me smile every time.
So the Germany-Austria game was interesting. I went to watch it at Stadtmitte, more because I wanted to see my boyfriend than out of any major desire to see this particular match. Germany won, 1-0, but as far as I’m concerned it was more down to good luck than anything else. The chance they missed at the beginning was quite frankly silly! And Austria should have equalised at one point – they’d still have been out though, even if they had. At least Germany played better tonight than they did against Croatia, but still there was more excitement off the pitch than on. What on earth were Joachim Loew and Austria’s coach (whose name I don’t know) doing to get themselves sent into the stands? Who knew a referee could even do that? I certainly didn’t!
After the match I had a half an hour walk home, on my own. Jan is staying at his own place tonight. The good thing about living in Germany is that a girl can actually walk home alone at 11 o’clock at night without having to worry about chavs… or something worse. I think I might be slightly deaf now though from all the car horns and people chanting “so sehen Sieger aus” (that’s what winners look like). Oh, something that amused me. Walking past the Town Hall I saw two middle aged men in suits who seemed to be taking a stroll. I didn’t pay too much attention to them at first, but then I heard one say to the other, in English, “they’re all singing their songs in German.” Hello! They’re German, we’re in Germany, what would you like them to sing their songs in? Spanish maybe?!? Strange people!
It’s time for me to go to bed now. I couldn’t sleep last night and spent most of today proofreading an operating manual for a sewage works. For some reason my brain really wants to shut down now….