Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Working out how it all works to work

So as it turns out, and no surprises here, working in Germany without speaking German ain't an easy task! Much to my previous fairytale understanding (given to me by others, not fabricated in my head) that I might be able to get work here easily in my usual line of work, it doesn't seem so much to be the case. Just to disclaimer, I respect that without the language, getting work here is hard. I wouldn't expect anything less in my country, so let me make that very clear.

What I have found interesting is the requirements and relationships that germany have with the workforce.

Requirements:
Germans love their titles (or letters after their names). My interest in forming a 'title' after my name with University vanished when I found out I could earn more money at 18 than doing the degree I got into and would spend 3 years of my life slaving away for and then probably spend another 15 years paying it all off. Not the case in Germany as Uni is free (well, almost, now its €500 a semester - which is very cheap in comparison to other countries), the obsession with finishing a degree is paramount to getting a job here and being respected.

Relationships:
Then once in a job, the work place remains exactly that - work only. People remain completely neutral with each other. Friendships form slowly and professionally, but often do not break away from the conforms of the office walls. Those who have broken the conforms never wish to move job as they fear they may never find these relationships again.

Friday Drinkies:
After work drinks on a Friday to get smashed with colleagues before heading home to respective partners (tradition in Australia, Canada & UK) doesn't seem to be so common, if at all.

So having way less qualifications than Germany requires to work, and my personality having a tad to much social-ness than Germany would ever warrant or require, it seems my ability to pick up work of the 'normal' nature will not happen. I'm currently working as an English teacher, surprisingly enjoying it, yet does not fill that gap in my career path.

Here is me in my usual teaching attire (oh yes, hair up, glasses on, little-to-no makeup or jewellery on, in true form to my transformation into looking like a german) visiting a nazi memorial site after work. 
It says its a memorial to all people in the world who lost their lives in war, but the only names, graves and plaques at the site seem to be from soldiers from germany who lost their lives in the WW2… I probably need to find some information in english on this place...





Monday, May 02, 2011

Channelling my inner Bogan*

*see Bogan meaning comparisons at the bottom of this posting

Turns out, over here they also have their inner bogan. Its harder to see under the cold coats of winter, but now spring is here, boy are they letting loose. 

Even the homeless are acting more… well, homeless! Drunken rages and yelling, smelling pungently stronger and smashing their beer bottles wherever they can (unless they can get a refund on the bottle, and therefore this is not in their best interest). mmmm, makes me miss Vancouver….

The fiance and I decided to break out the bogan spirit by participating in what all the locals seem to do - drink in public. Any time of the day, crack open a can of beer, sit at a bus stop or go for a wander down the street. So one warmish afternoon on the way back from the supermarket, we participated in this right of passage in being German. Whilst on our 'bogan 1 can of beer' wander home, I stumbled across the quintessential bogan shop (pictured below). Selling guns… with roses sticking out the top! Oh the romance of it all…

Then to top it all off in the spirit of true bogan-ism, I managed to chip my front tooth on a fork giving me that classy trailer park bogan look (till I got it fixed today). In this instance, obviously my inner bogan wanted to break out and fit in with the crowd.

With my manky tooth, daggy dressing (sorry germany, fashion is not your calling), glasses wearing (contacts too expensive) and my newly acquired 'don't talk to me' facial expressions, I'm looking more german every day - and some days even of the bogan kind!







Here are some other lovely words that may help you understand the term Bogan laid out by wikipedia.

Flying the Ice Cube

This is an old pic, but thought for those of you (mainly Australians) who never had to deal with the thought that an aeroplane can get so cold in an airport it gets incased in a giant layer of ice… here is a pic below on how the get rid of the ice. 
Take a look-a-like fire truck with a long armed hose on the top of a ladder and blast chemical water out of it whilst refuelling at the airport! What an effort!!….