Beer and cinnamon roll

The alarm went off early again and it was freezing outside. Only 2 degrees. I had the worst joint pain all night; it had never been this bad this year. With my warm porridge in hand, I trotted towards the Career Center.

Thomas wasn't there yet. He wanted to make the plan for me today. I got a coffee and made myself comfortable in the waiting area. “Shared goals, shared success!” I read on the cover of the SALK newspaper. Yes, you are truly enviably successful with your training concept…

Then he came, smiled, and walked past me. After 10 minutes, I went up to him. He hadn’t even noticed me.

Today, I was supposed to be with Andrea again. The only point on the premises that I can now find easily. Andrea's office. Hubert was also there. We talked for about 45 minutes about practical guidance and various apps and tools. And suddenly, Hubert asked, “Sandra, where do you see yourself in 5 years?” Wow. Phew. Not where I am now. That is one thing that is certain. Because as I mentioned before: I have an intense urge for development. As long as that is satisfied, everything is fine. “I uh, I….”

“Please join our team, you fit in so well and you would enjoy it so much!” said Andrea.

I believe that too. I know it!

Then the two of us went to the cardiac surgery intensive care unit. A new employee was supposed to receive support. What I try to implement with us is already being lived here as a mandatory program. But it is gratefully accepted. Support, guidance, feedback.

We went to the children's hospital. I participated in a discussion about the onboarding process with managers and practical guidance. I am envious, I am overwhelmed.

How motivated they are, how enthusiastic they are!

How much I would love to be a part of it.

But I had no choice but to say goodbye afterward. My day was over for today.

I quickly dashed into the supermarket to the self-checkout. ALARM! Uiiiiiuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiuuuuuuu

Age check. Oh, the beer.

She came, saw me. “Do you want to see my ID?” I asked.

“Nah, that’s fine!” Excuse me??

“I’d be happy to show it! Just a moment!” I was already rummaging through my bag and thrusting my ID at her to prove that I am really old enough.

Homeward bound, I feel sick. Instead of beer, there will be tea and cinnamon rolls.