The bootcamp pain's subsided.

Sorry to hear about that Poly, but I'm glad you found a temporary solution.

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On the list of stupid things I've done I've just added "participating in the work-organized bootcamp."

Hadn't you done one of those before?

That wasn't a bootcamp training, that was a survival programme. The first was an obstacle course and the last part of the programme was a nightmare but inbetween we had relatively mild activities.
Bootcamp is a collection of extremely intensive exercises, planking, push-ups, tossing a 6kg ball around, kettlebells, boxing, squats... Bootcamp is genuinely not for the people who aren't in shape.

Indeed, it's not a good idea to push yourself too hard without adequate build up. Sounds like your employer thinks it's cool to have these events but doesn't really think through the full ramifications.

Considering one of my colleagues is getting a replacement knee because of her tennis playing I'm not convinced that sports are healthy.

So our nation's largest bank ING, with whom I have had an account ever since they took over Postbank, has decided to use people's bank account data for targetet advertising

(searches new place to get bank account)

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Considering one of my colleagues is getting a replacement knee because of her tennis playing I'm not convinced that sports are healthy.

I used to play squash regularly, which kept me very fit, but over a period of time, a right shoulder wall impact injury reshaping my collar bone, having my left shoulder dislocated twice and rapidly deteriorating knees, I figured I'd better find another way to keep fit. Since then, I'd been riding a bike regularly, for a along time, but after a nasty accident, I decided that swimming for about 45 minutes, a little over 1km, three times a week is the best thing for me.

It's almost Pentecost. I have Sunday to Wednesday free, so I'll be visiting BF! Hurray!

Nothing like a break. Ours is coming soon.

Now at BFś. Hurray!

Back and exhausted!

Spent all evening looking for something. I hate it when that happens.

Glad you had a great week-end, Bonny.

Had a fun day: as I usually say, I have a good day when I end up speaking Dutch, English, French and German. Usually I'm on the German lines only (because German speakers are scarce and Dutch are ample). Today I had an Austrian-based Brit on the line. Which was a bit of switching but went fine. I also had a Dutch caller when the Dutch lines got overcrowded.

At the end of the day, the lines close. If there are still people on hold by closing time, they will need to be dealt with by and after closing time. We cannot shut down the system if there are still people on hold.
We're supposed to stay on the lines until all the queues are clear but some people have trains to catch or family to come home to so that's not easy, especially if you work till 6 because by then you are getting hungry.

Turned out there was a French speaker in the queue, but all French-speaking colleagues had already left! I'm not on the French lines because I cannot juggle French and German and I was needed most on the latter. Plus my French needed coaching but my German was fine. But I was literally the only one who spoke French to such a degree that I could deal with the client. After some stuttering I agreed to take the client.

And then of course it was a cancellation. I immediately apologized for my French and asked her for her reservation number.

And then she wanted to cancel her booking. Difficult procedure but I managed somehow by the skin of my teeth. Fortunately for me she was aware of the cancellation costs.
Unfortunately the reason for discontent was dissatisfaction with our service - she wanted to bring her dog and had asked if it was possible to bring him a week earlier, and the home owner still hadn't been asked! So being there as an obvious non-native speaker, after the client's been on hold for at least ten minutes, cancelling because of our service... oh dear.

Fun and games!

Yay!

I'm considering another trip up north to BF tomorrow, since it'll be difficult for us to meet during the high season...

:bouncy:

Went to my BF over the weekend. It ended in a most unusual fashion when we had to clean a car. An owl had vomited on the windscreen.

Owls cannot digest parts of their food (hairs and bones). They vomit these. The piles of vomit are dry, making them uniquely studyable objects. I had to dissect them on several occasions. This one'd obviously eaten mouse.

Was slightly nauseating.

Curious.

Well, maybe for a big city girl like me but Friesland still has quite a few places where there's actually some nature left and Wergea is at the edge of civilization...

Mind you it was gross, especially because it was still warm...