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Oct 03, 2021 17:54

I've been working at my new job for two months now, and I quite like it. I'm still not doing much productive stuff yet, I'm mostly getting to know the programs. Software documentation is a bit different from what I've done so far, and I'm getting to use long forgotten knowledge ("We're using an SQL database." Cue me frantically trying to remember what I learned about SQL twenty years ago...). I also get to speak English more frequently. Everybody speaks at least some German, but some coworkers are not natives, so we have an English meeting every day.

Considering my old employer, I'm not very optimistic about his future. I emailed one of my former colleagues and she says there are still money problems. She fears she won't get paid for September. He still owes me for May, June, and July! There's no malicious intent behind it; he simply doesn't have the money as there is not enough work to earn what he needs. And unfortunately he's not a good business owner and makes some very questionable decisions. Shortly before I left he took a job that pays less per hour than what he spends in wages, insurances, rent, and so on. So every hour my former colleagues put into that job actually loses the business money!

Coincidentally, right at the time I started the current job, my Zumba teacher announced that she was taking a sabbatical in Brazil. I inicially took up Zumba classes in the town I was working at that time and went after work. Then my teacher changed, but I liked the new one so much I stuck around even when I had a new job. Class was now a detour but still kind of on my way home, although traffic was a nightmare. But now I'm working in the completely opposite direction. So I looked for a class in my home town - which is actually held by the teacher I had at the very beginning.

Fun story, my Zumba teacher is Peruvian, and I once met her sister in Peru! Who lives nowhere close to where a normal tourist ever gets to. She was the owner of hot springs public baths that I visited. I didn't even know it was my teacher's sister until I came back and told her where I'd been. This entry is crossposted to https://stellamira.dreamwidth.org/705520.html. You can comment there, too.

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