Diary

My liver looks like something out of a textbook. No trace of the excessive consumption of everything I could get my hands on. Even the doctor was amazed.

I was about to call the 24-hour pipe-cleaning emergency service. Emergency pipe-cleaning service, what a word. Something like that only exists in the German language.

I don't need to see the mirror image on my computer of three people chipping away at my neck and stuffing one bloody swab after another on it.

I think, therefore I am. But you make mistakes when you think. To err is human.

You have to wade through intimidation, threats, self-promotion, click on the wrong "Next" button because it is sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right and changes colour.

Family only. How I'm doing, what's happening in my life, what's on my mind.

Applicable law. Because we believe we have the God-given right to our God-damned breakfast egg. Or what.

Seitenaufrufe: 997 Ist viel passiert. Aber mal so richtig viel. Ich habe ja öfter mal viel zu erzählen, aber heute sprengt jeden Rahmen so richtig. Ich versuche gar nicht erst, mich kurz zu fassen. Das wäre aussichtlos. Alter Schweizer, das geht auf keine Kuhhaut. Darauf komme ich am Ende nochmal zu sprechen. Die Kuhaut und den Schweizer. Aber Spaß...

We'll have a little game with fun and a surprise. I'll give you a month to do it. Crazy? Maybe. But sustainable. And that's what counts.

Team management may not. Departmental management cannot. The PDL only parrots what the management says. The best conditions.