Ok well, maybe Backstreet’s not back (though I’d have to check with LC on that one to be sure) but my lost suitcase sure is!
- Never thought I would be so happy to see this bag.
After surviving ten weeks without a blowdryer, my favorite jeans, and black dress shoes, I’m glad to have my stuff back. Now to do 2 week’s worth of laundry plus everything that was in that bag before I leave for 2 weeks’ vacation on Friday…
As innovative business school students, my class is always trying to come up with ways to raise money for our upcoming graduation party (which, if this school year has been any indication, will have to be one hell of a rager).
As a fundraiser, last night we had an American foods raffle. One of the girls in our class acquired Doritos, Fritos, salsa, Pop Tarts, microwave popcorn, and a slew of other American products.
After a silent auction, I walked away with a box of Wheat Thins, Kraft Mac and Cheese, and a bottle of ibuprofen. I’ve already cracked into the Wheat Thins, have a feeling I’ll be needing the ibuprofen tomorrow (happy birthday to me!) and am saving the Mac and Cheese for a bad day.
I may have spent 20 euro on about $6 worth of products, but I was going to pay for the graduation party anyway, might as well get some American comforts out of the deal!
Boo winter and your sneaky return.
This is the second consecutive day of sunshine in Hannover!
Thank you Punxsutawney Phil or God or whoever else might have had a hand in this!
Last week, I went on a field trip to Dortmund (though sadly didn’t have any time to sample Rick’s favorite German bier). On this trip, we visited not only a waste processing plant, but also a steel recycling plant.
At the waste processing plant, there was so much sludge and mud that they had to let us borrow galoshes. We were taken around by a very dirty man who smoked no less than 3 cigarettes during our 45 minutes or so stay, and we learned the differences between ash, slag and scrap.
I'm the one in the hard hat, bright yellow vest and yellow galoshes...
The best part of the trip was when an energetic man (who made us all take candy from him not once but twice) blew up 62 tons of steel for us.
Before and After
After a long day of being reminded why we’re in business school and not working in blue-collar jobs, we were treated to many sandwiches (including some varieties I didn’t want to try) and then headed home, our brains full of knowledge that will hopefully help us finish this consulting project quickly and easily.
And I now know for sure that I never want to work in a waste processing plant.