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 decided to check my stats yesterday to see whether anyone is actually reading by blog.
For those of you who don’t know, wordpress has a stats page where you can see how many people have been to look at your blog, which wordpress tags they clicked on to get there and also which terms typed into a search engine led people here.
I was most amused to see that 3 people found my blog last night using the search engine term “rubber gloves”. I’m not sure why it’s funny. There’s nothing particulalry humorous about a pair of rubber gloves, but the term made me laugh. I can’t help but wonder what is a person who types “rubber gloves” into Google looking for? Call me cynical, but I don’t think they wanted to buy a packet of rubber gloves. They’d have found what they wanted long before they got to me in that case. Somehow I don’t think my blog is anywhere near the top Google hit for rubber gloves, which means these people must have scrolled through pages and pages of results to find me. Why??
I was also amused by all the Joachim Loew smoking related questions. One search for joachim loew cigarette, 2 for Joachim Loew smokes and 1 for Joachim Loew+cigarette. I guess the people I was with weren’t the only ones who were shocked and outraged by the sight of Joachim Loew lighting up.
I almost overslept this morning. It seems I somehow managed to turn the alarm clock off instead of just hitting snooze. I woke up at 10 to 7, which gives me plenty of time to eat breakfast (which I’m doing now, in front of the computer instead of in the kitchen. Bad Bev!), but didn’t give me time for a shower. I did wash myself thoroughly over the sink using my new aloe vera liquid soap, but it’s just not the same. Now I’m going to spend all day being paranoid about smelling. Grr, as if waiting for that woman to call didn’t give me enough to worry about.
It’s Friday though, which is good. Just 9 hours of work then I can forget about it for a whole two days. Long live weekends!
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….