Mimi Time is confused- about being German.

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“I would rather go to the beach now…”

I am confused. Mimi Time is confused. I am Mimi Time.

On Saturday I was teaming up with my colleague again and we had 11 summerhouses to check and to disinfect the spas. We were both looking forward to finishing early, as the day started nice and easy. All the houses seems to be in order and we were thinking what to do with the rest of the lovely day. Oh well, when you think like that, something usually happens. We had to do one quick disinfection of a spa and we were driving around, then the GPS said, the house is on the left side and we looked to the left side saw the summerhouse sticker on the letter box and there were people unloading their car. We thought that as a little early, as it was before 4 o’clock. We went inside and explained we had to check the spa. It was a huge spa and pool area and we disinfected the whirlpool. It took a while to fill and clean the tub. Then we couldn’t find the baby chair and bed we should bring back from the house, while the whole family was moving in. It was a bit awkward doing the cleaning while the family was moving in and when we finally sat in the car again, my colleague looked at me and just said:

“That was the wrong house…”

Although the whirlpool we wrongly disinfected didn’t have the sticker that says it that it had been disinfected, so I guess we did a good thing. But we drove quickly to the right house and had to disinfect that spa too. We both didn’t quite know, wether to laugh or cry.

After that things got worse.

We were disinfecting a spa and checking the cleaning, when a German family arrived. We finished quickly and when we were driving away one of the guys came running after us.

“There is an ant’s nest in the pool room!”

We went back inside and the whole family (7 people) were standing around us looking at the ants. Yes, there was an ant’s nest- even though it was a small one. When we wanted to vacuum them away, one of the girls became hysterical and said, then they would be in the whole house. We asked them to get in contact with the office to ask for somebody professional to kill the ants. To be quite honest, I don’t know what to do with ants in the pool house. In my previous jobs, I didn’t have to kill ants.

The office then called us back and asked us to go back and vacuum the ants away.

So we went back and now the girl thought she had found other things she was not happy with. I couldn’t really see the faults, but  then I might need glasses too… When we told her we would now vacuum the ants away, it nearly became an affair of the State. She nearly had a break down and was yelling at us and asked me, if I wanted to have a holiday like that? I was thinking:

“I would rather go to the beach now…”

It was very important to make sure we were wrong and she was right. In my eyes she was just picky and was afraid of ants. In the end I killed the offending ants with my bare hands and kitchen roll (got bitten by a few too…) and cleaned the floor with detergent, before a man with ant-poison would come later. So, ants dead, hysterical lady more or less calmed down and we on our way back to the office.

In the car my colleague just muttered:

“I hate Germans…”

Well yes,  I can see why the Danes don’t like the Germans. Being yelled at is not so nice. They like them staying at a house, because it will be clean afterwards, but when they are moving in, they are sometimes not so friendly. I don’t actually understand why the Germans really like reprimanding people so much. It seems like a sport to them to get really personal in their yelling. And the other person is not allowed to answer back as they are in a inferior position (I think I have seen that scene in German movies before…)

Maybe I should become Danish now?

But lovelies remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even if you are an ant-fearing-hysterical-cleanliness Freak-German…

 

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