Whoever owns this beautiful house right in the middle of the park is crazy lucky…
So the weekend is here! No work today, which was amazing because I slept about 11 hours last night. I plan on doing the same tonight.
This was an amazing find at Aldi! Some of you may not know that Aldi started with German brothers who opened this ridiculously cheap/fresh grocery store. I found out that they use the same brand names as the other stores, but are sold in Aldi less expensively. Why? Because Aldi calls them a different name. There are Aldis in the U.S., as some may know, but these brothers also opened up another similar store in the U.S. Anyone wanna guess what it’s called??? Trader Joe’s!!!!!!!!!! If you have ever been to a Trader Joe’s, you know that it is fabulous!
I found this Eistee (Ice Tea) with the Trader Joe’s name. It was around 15 Euro cents so I figured, warum nichts? (why not?). I came to find that it tastes just like WaWa ice tea!!!! And it’s peach flavored… delicious!
So it’s mid week a.k.a. hump day a.k.a. Wednesday a.k.a. Mitwoch a.k.a…. that’s all I got.
This week waking up has been so much better sleeping and working and the exhaustion is lessening. Thank God! I think I’m getting into a bit of a routine now, finally. Work has been good as well.I’ve been hardly doing any plum cutting but the thought still makes me cringe.
I’ve been feeling a lot more comfortable at work, although I still have no idea what people are saying to me. I’m becoming used to the tasks at hand and things that are needed to be done on a daily basis. However, if this kind of work could not be done through showing… I would be totally and completely out of luck.
Here is a picture of my little bike ride at 3:30 am. Today I saw a man walking while I was riding… he was drinking a beer and screamed at me as I rode past him if he could get some directions… or something like that, all I heard was, “Wo come ich…….?” Which means, “How to I get to……?” I completely ignored him and thought to myself, “Okay sir, you’re walking by yourself at 3:30 in the morning with a beer in hand. If you think for one second that I’m stopping by bike to give you directions in a city that I’ve only been in for a few weeks in a language that I’m struggling to understand, your out of your mind.”
Lets see… so it’s been about 3 weeks of work already. I cannot believe that. I feel like I’m still in my first few days of work. But, I can say that I’m becoming a lot more familiar with the bakery with what exactly is going on and how everything all works together. The people are extremely nice and helpful and I am so thankful for that.
Sleep is another story. This is still so hard to get used to! I still think it’s all about the mind playing tricks on you. I go to bed when it’s daylight out and I wake up when its dark. I wanna say: Come on mind! Get with it! It’s reversed now so get used to it!
This week was hard because the times changed. Monday through Thursday was still the same 4am, but I worked for 9 1/2 hours each day. So Friday and Saturday… well, Friday started at 2:30am. Saturday? Well, you may not believe this but I started at 12:30am. Not kidding. I don’t kid about mornings, and I certainly don’t kid about sleep. As it turns out, I asked about the super early working hours, because before I was coming in at 4am everyday, and the reason was because of the Sail event happening in the city down by the harbor. So then I also found out that this tends to happen around Christmas/ New Years, Valentine’s Day, and Easter. Oh well. I worked just about 55 hours this week. Thats a whole lots of plums!
Speaking of plums…
The amount of plums that I cut this week was astounding. Did you know that plums smell? They do. Did you know that plums make stains on clothes and fingers that is near impossible to get out? They do. I think I would be okay if I never saw a plum ever again in my whole life. But with that thought, being around plums all day a work does give me a fond memory of my childhood… lets go back in time about 12 years…
Once upon a time, back in Newark, Delaware at my home, we had a plum tree that made enormous amounts of plums one summer. My brother, two cousins (Regina and Maggie), and I thought we would pick all the plums and sell them out of my driveway. As it turns out, we really didn’t sell that many plums, but it did turn into us all throwing plums at each other. Maggie was getting really upset about this and screamed, “WHOEVER THROWS THE NEXT PLUM, I’M GOING TO DO THIS TO THEM!” And then proceeded to smash plums on her own head to prove a point. I’m sorry Maggie, I cannot let you live that down. It was hilarious! So, everyday I am reminded of that memory and that makes me happy.
A lot of the products that I’ve been making have been relatively similar since my last post about work. Beliners, Pflaum Kuchen, Pflaum August, Rumkugeln, etc. The worst part is, is that I have full access to all of these during lunch (or breakfast you might want to call it). I have to do some serious resisting. But it seems many of my co-workers do not. Why are they not fat? I can’t understand that. I’ll let you know when I do, and then I will become a millionaire because I will have found out the secret to eating cake and doughnuts while maintaining weight… amazing.
I do have to say that I’ve never worked so hard in my entire life. College? Nope, that seems like a walk in the park compared to this. Any of my jobs before? Please, give me a break. I could do them all with my eyes closed… at the same time. I’ve said before that I’ve never met such a hard working large group of people. On top of that, the quality put into each and every product that we make is unbelievable. Quality is checked daily, and there’s no question as to why there are over 20 stores of Engelbrecht in the city of
You may be wondering about my progress on the German language. Well, for me it seems as though I’m inching along. I do have to remind myself it has only been a few weeks. There is only one thing that I want. I want to be able to understand people when they talk to me. You cannot possible believe how frustrating it is. But, with that said, I am sure having a crazy experience and learning things that I could not possibly learn otherwise. Being throw into a new language is hard and frustrating, but in the end, it all works out, and is even a little exciting. I’m learning so much on a daily basis that I don’t even know what and how much I’m learning. The key is just to speak it. Even if you know it’s not right, just speak it and they will correct you. I’m laughing to myself because it is an absolute terrifying thought, but it’s true. Going for it is the fastest way to learn, but it’s horrifying. Trust me.
So last week in Hamburg Blink-182 was playing on their tour! I was able to go!! Unfortunately, it poured during the concert and was freezing cold, and some of the people who think its fun to push and dance around while listening to music (otherwise known as moshing), but all in all it was good and they were really entertaining.
Let me rant a little bit first about the moshers before showing pictures:
I seriously tried really hard to understand the fun in this so-called dancing/raging style. I found no one single aspect of understanding… Note to those thinking about attending a concert in this particular style of music: don’t even think about going close to the front. Don’t let that cross your mind as much as you may want to and think it’s a good idea. It’s not. We tried that and found out fast that it was a bad decision. As soon as Blink-182 started to play mass amounts of 14-17 year old Germans thought it would be a great idea to rush into the stage and literally push and pull people as hard as they possible could. We got out… fast… Let me ask this… How is that fun??????? Fearing that you’re going to lose both flip flops (not the best choice of foot wear) is not fun. Fearing that your going to lose the other person you’re with in the mass of people is not fun. Fearing that you’re going to get trampled to death is certainly not fun. No fun sir, zero fun sir.
Okay so now for pictures!
Let it be known that my work shirts and aprons are white once again!
Take a look at these fabulously clean and white shirts. Note: There is this amazing smell of harsh chemicals coming from the clothes, but you can’t smell that from this picture. I wanted to let you know that it’s awesome, I love that smell.
So while heading to the getrank markt (drink market), we decided that last night would be a good night to do some prepping for the Oktoberfest coming soon! This beer is the original Hofbrauhaus in Muenchen (Munich). They were 1/2 liters, so it took 2 of these bottles to fill up that glass.
So of course we bought something again… can anyone guess what it was the we bought?
Yesterday, I was severely exhausted. I only have two aprons and they get so dirty everyday at work that I have to wash them every other day. I can’t figure out how everyone comes to work with such clean aprons. We don’t have a washing machine… yet… so hand washing these things is a must.