The End of a Training And The Story of a Red Blouse
I’m now officially not a trainee anymore. Today I had my orals and now I’m done. Done. As in… done basically.
I’m really tired and exhausted. For one thing we ran around with two laptops, two folders, one poster-size sheet of paper for Andreas and a beamer and I dragged us all the way to Karstadt to get a frickin‘ brownie just to realize that they don’t sell them there anymore.
Apart from that, it’s getting really cold here. I guess the temperatures I’m moaning about are nothing compared to, say… Chicago, but for us it’s fucking cold. Also, I had to do a presentation, so naturally I was dressed in a skirt with nylons and pumps and that’s not exactly what you want to wear when it’s a few degrees below zero.
Bottom line, I was not exactly the happiest girl on this planet.
Anyway, I’m done. Did I mention that?
As I am tired (which I think I already said as well) I will not go into a lot of details here. I will do that tomorrow or whenever I feel like reliving the memory. Now is not the time.
But I don’t want to keep you waiting for the answer to this morning’s question. The red blouse…
So I started to dress up for the presentation. I wanted to wear my favorite skirt which is black with a border of red and orange flowers at the bottom and just really beautiful. Only problem is, there’s not so much that goes with it. All in all I can wear the red blouse or my black pullover. The latter was on the laundry list and no can do. So I went frantically searching for the red blouse. I looked in every drawer and the wardrobe but it was nowhere to be found.
Then I remembered where I left it. I took it off at my parents house because my mom had bought clothes for me. She got that super nice pullover, which was perfect, especially for cold winter days and I decided to put it on and forgot to take my red blouse back home. So when I knew where my red blouse was I also knew that there was no way I could wear it today. (Did I mention that my parents are in Australia at the moment? So I couldn’t even call them and have them bring it over.)
So, that’s where my red blouse is and that’s why today I wore the dark violet one which is fine, but does not go with my favorite skirt. Bummer.
I still looked pretty good.