I’m not sure how this happened, but this morning my mum likened
Abby (from the show NCIS)
She said that both had umbrellas as a trademark.
Didn’t Gene Kelly have the same accessory in “Singing in the Rain”?
Though I was – and still am sick – some of my healthy colleagues seemed much more lethargic.
And the remaining two musketeers decided to give a lecture on internally displaced persons and environmental refugees at the government’s facilities. Yes, that’s how enthusiastic we were this week – although the pile of papers on my desk grew by the hour each day. Never a dull moment, I’d say!
Weekend spent with one of my best friends and the cutest baby the world has ever seen.
Also realised that I’m getting rather old and am able to eat a lot more, too. I mean seriously, who has “lunner” at 5pm and then head’s off to have sushi for dinner at 6.30 pm? And who only needs one cocktail to get super tipsy and leaves the bar at 10pm on a Saturday night?
That Friday my office mate left me and consequently dissolved our group aka the three musketeers.
I think one day earlier we got a call from my superior telling us about a “secret” meeting at one of the local human rights groups, which apparently invited representatives all employers located at our building, that is the government section responsible for migration and refugees, and two humanitarian organisations. Somehow, as per usual, and because my employer isn’t really bff with the government or visa versa, we were not invited. But that didn’t stop us. What we learnt during that afternoon was that the government guy was very good at spreading propaganda and that when he talked about government critics he constantly gave me the evil eye although I hadn’t said a single word.
(Note: I come to think, that this was taking place the week before.)
Oh, that same Friday – my friend’s last day – there was an open day at our building. And there was a lecture on the German asylum system. Let’s just say, it was a rather racist / xenophobic group of people attending.
Ok, my week doesn’t usually look like this. I’m quite happy to go to work actually, but seriously I’m so tired when I get home from work that I’m asleep by 8pm.
Think that week I was actually told that I radiate positive energy, and that I should edit one of my uni assignments and hand it in for some conference on human trafficking.
I know it’s not yet time for this part of history but it still gives me the chills when I read it because my friend’s story is so much different from my story.