Preparing some code, becks, shit and angry turks 13th February 2003 in Bremen, Germany


Tomorrow I get to show off my software to everyone in the company. I spent all of today doing data integreity programming and developing a robust on-site/off-site back-up system (FTP, E-Mail, Local Disk). As well, I did a bunch of documentation of how to bring back a corrupted system. I don"t know how well the Swedish are known for their engineering do-dliegence but I hope their database doesn"t fuck up on my and make me look like an idiot in front of my co-workers (that"s what birthday parties are for!).

It feels like I"m living in a Zoo. I walked outside of my house today and it smelt like elephant scheisse everywhere, unlike the usual malt smell from the Becks Factory near by. I got down the street and their is a hunger strike (now in it"s second day) going on. It looks as though a Sadam Hussans" Cousin-Look-a-like got locked up in jail and all of his mates (I counted about 50) are going to play shit music, live in a tent outside the Sparkasse Bank by the Hauptbahnof and not eat (Thank God, I know their food smells like shit!) until he"s released. If they really wanted to rock the boat they could throw a cook-off. I feel cheated, why couldn"t they had done this when I needed to go to the Immigration office, the place would of been empty and I would of got my shit taken care of right away.