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Mimi Time feels passive aggressive.

"I am a cat I should NOT be wearing a rain coat- TAKE IT AWAY!!!"
“I am a cat I should NOT be wearing a rain coat- TAKE IT OFF!!!”

I am feeling passive aggressive. Mimi Time is feeling passive aggressive. I am Mimi Time.

The delegation of ex-colleagues from my ex-work was coming round today to check my ex-apartment. Me being a good girl wanted to clean a bit before, so that they couldn’t bitch about me never cleaning. Actually my history of flat cleaning is always kept to a minimum. Anyway to impress the ex-colleagues of my Hausfrau talents I cleaned yesterday- which I shouldn’t have. I left the vacuum cleaner in the hallway and guess what? I walked into it and injured my little toe. Has anybody done that? It hurt like hell and became swollen and blue.

FUCK!!!

Because of that gory accident I had to cancel my plans to feed my horse (sorry Goldpfeil) due to my incapability to wear shoes due to a nearly broken toe.

SHIT.

Anyway the accident happened after I cleaned a bit and so I didn’t have to be ashamed this morning. There were four slightly awkward people parading through my apartment and trying to get me to move out before the end of the month as my successor is moving to Denmark. I offered them a deal, that a professional moving firm could persuade me to move out earlier, which they didn’t want to consider. Well, then I stay until the end of the month. No problem.

Seeing my ex-colleagues reminded that non of my Danish colleagues explained the unemployment system here. In Germany you are entitled to unemployment money once you have worked for one year. But not in the liberal and oh so social Denmark. Here you have to pay into a private unemployment fund in order to get something when you loose your job. But any good Dane will know that of course and they will not confuse A-Kassa (the unemployment insurance) with something that is where you pay in a supermarket.

I really don’t get, that an international workplace can be so shy about giving out information on how to live in Denmark. (Can you now feel my passive aggressiveness??? I told you so…) When I started working here I wasn’t being paid for 3 months, as opening a bank account here is not for dummies and again my workplace thought that this was a good learning opportunity for me, without telling me, how it is done. I found out, that I need a CPR number in this country in order to do anything. So, for that you have to go and register and ask nicely for permission to stay in this open and liberal country (sorry it is sneaking in again…) All in all the registration process took 3 months and when I finally got my money from 3 months work, I was laughing all the way to the bank.

When I got a really bad tooth ache, I realized I should have registered with a private insurance, which covers a bit of the outrages dental bills. But then I should have registered BEFORE the tooth started hurting. Once the tooth stopped hurting due to a root canal, my empty purse was hurting so much, it was crying every night. Poor, poor purse.

So my ex-colleagues were walking through my nearly ex flat and pointing to random second hand furniture and asked, if that was mine or the company’s. I felt  a slight worry from them that I might take off with a few little nice pieces of furniture donated either by predecessors or a second hand store. Maybe I should run away with the flowery couch or maybe the Ikea table for 200 kr? Well, it actually would look lovely in my new flat…

After the invasion of the establishment I though going to the horse and enjoying my riding lesson would  be nice. But when I saw my horse, my mood plummeted:

My horse had a severely swollen eye and looked like he’d been in a fight. He didn’t want to tell me, who had kicked him, even though I asked him nicely. I don’t know why both my animals think at the moment that the vet is so nice that she needs to be visited often…

My trainer rode the horse today and even with her he really wanted to get rid of her -he doesn’t believe he should be ridden- he is a horse of leisure and if he could he would be saying:

“Talk to the hand, BITCH, the ears ain’t listening…!”

…and he was about to rear, but my trainer was quicker and he couldn’t jump up. I guess he feels passive aggressive too. You know horses are the mirror of us and as I was in a passive aggressive mood, he was too.

My cat still has to wear the blue plastic rain-cape, as I am not paying the vet for another set of stitches. She is slightly passive aggressive too and still keeps trying to get rid of the safety cape- ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!

But you know what? Tomorrow is another day and life will be lovely and full of roses again… really.

And remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- especially ex-colleagues, ex-friends, ex-men and other exes…and LAUGH…

"Lets have a snack now, we'll get friendly later.  You got a cat?"ALF
“Lets have a snack now, we’ll get friendly later. You got a cat?”ALF

 

 

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