Sometimes I'm so German, it hurts.

[ridicully]

The boss dropped so many hints today - even I clued in (and normally you have to flat out tell me something to get it into my head, sometimes even that won't work) - that I don't really have to come to the office tomorrow.
I don't want to go, as I spend most of the time there being bored, but still a large part of my brain is telling me that I can't just not go to work, this would be *wrong*.

If I don't go I'll spent the day feeling guilty, if I go I'll feel stupid instead. I just can't win.

Comments

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

Oh, my. You really are quite German. Let me guess, you would pay to get on the train even if no one checked the tickets. ^_~ I loved living in Germany. I miss it. *sniffle*

[ridicully]

Strangely enough I nearly *never* pay for the tickets. And I also ignore traffic lights when I think them silly.

There may be hope for me yet.

But then I'm also always five minutes early and think speed limits are a work of satan - so, maybe not.

*shakes her head, wondering how anyone can miss life in Germany*

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

Trust me, nearly anything's an improvement over the US. *plots to run away to Canada*

[ridicully]

Judging by the articles quoted on my flist in the last days I think you're right.
*offers some nice blueprints - no plot to leave a country is complete without these*

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

SQUEE! *glomp* Now I just need to pack, and knock my lifepartner unconscious. Then when he comes to, convince him we're still in the US. Silly lifepartners.

I like stereotypes

[ridicully]

"Of course we're still in the US. French? Who's talking French? No, they have to be tourist. Moose? Oh, this moose. Well, better phone the zoo, it must have escaped..."