The end of another week

How is it Friday already? That’s insane! This week has gone way too fast for me!
I’m very tired this morning. Friday is always a tired day for me. You see there’s a bar in the cellar of the student residence I live in. I live on the ground floor of the building. Guess what the ground floor is above?
That’s right, the cellar. And my room happens to be one of the ones that’s above the bar part of the cellar. This means every Thursday from 9:30pm onwards I get to hear the music drifting up from the bar. I wouldn’t mind so much if it was good music, but last night I was treated to the likes of Girls Aloud and Christina Millian. It was a long, long night. It’s a good job Friday is followed by Saturday and (usually) a nice long lie in.

Well, today is the first day of Das Fest, the free music festival I wrote about in a previous post. I love that it’s in Karlsruhe and that I can get there easily by tram. If it had been Mannheim or Stuttgart life wouldn’t have been nearly as good.

Tonight Jan and I are off to the aforementioned Fest to see Sportfreunde Stiller, a German band (in case you hadn’t guessed by the name). Quite a few of the Germans I know don’t like them, but I guess there must be Germans that do like them cos they seem to be pretty popular. Personally I think they’re brilliant for anyone trying to learn the language. They sing each word sooo clearly that I could understand them even at the very beginning of my year abroad. Not like some other bands I could mention. Kettcar for example… the only one of their songs I understood most of us without looking up the lyrics first was Balu, which also happens to be one of my favourite songs of theirs (not because I didn’t have to look it up, just because it’s a gorgeous song). Incidentally, Kettcar played at Das Fest a few years ago and I missed them! Still haven’t qite got over that yet.
Anyway, tonight it’s Sportfreunde Stiller. I’m not sure yet whether we’re going tomorrow. I do know Katy Tunstall is there then. As are Fettes Brot, another seemingly popular German band. At least I’ve heard the name… a lot. Never heard the music though, or at least not that I’m aware of.

But before I go and see the music I have 9 hours of work to get through.
I can’t believe Monday is the start of my last full week at this company!

Pre-bedtime blogging

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.