FFO And Smiles

 

Got up at 5 a.m. and finished this beautiful Granma (still sitting here in my PJs, too).

I have the day off.

Plan: Recycle, grocery-shopping, cleaning, baking.

My life is so exciting!

 

With this Hippo-face I join Nicole´s FFO :-)

 

And for Annie´s Smiles:

 

 I had my pink phase in my late 20´s. maybe that´ll return (even my bike was pink, not my hair, though).

 

 My real life:

 

 

That´s how it looks like in a condo where engineers live ;-)

There was something quirky with the electric ways - it´s from the 1960´s - Ingo found a quick work-around...  literally.

Oh, I have learned:

 

Step by step: As you maybe know ex-chancellor Merkel took the Diploma-Engineer away from Germany, dumbest idea ever?

Like when the British after WWII  gave "Made in Germany" to label this country as bad - turned out to be a label for good quality.

 

My customer is only 26 years old and told me he is a bachelor - back in my dinosaur-days that was the first step to your diploma - "Vor-Diplom", "pre-diploma".

He said he´s not sure if to do his master, as he has a well payed job.

 

Then he told me, "Hey, I don´t know how you IT-guys handle it, I´m an engineer".

WHAT????

(Officially I´m now a "Documentation and Translation Manager", but everyone is a "manager" these days and jobs jump all the time).

I stayed calm and answered "I am also a Dipl-Engineer to that IT-thing".

And I was not amused, told my friend fK.

She googled. As bachelor is reached at 2 semester+ he is officially an engineer. Not a Dipl.-Engineer, but an Engineer.

Why waste time for a master if you have a well-payed job? 

In a couple of years no one will ask about your studies anyways...

 

This is way more clever, no? Bye-bye dinosaur!!  

What do you think?

 

Back to (math-) fun:

 

 

  Henry 🦁

 

 To a different busy one, (for me ole dinosaur)!

The (Doll) House

River gave me another time-warp.

On my post on books a doll-house was in and she said, "... I would have rearranged the furniture, changed the colours in the décor and maybe built additions like a porch or sunroom, like an architect or interior designer."

Well, guess.

Maybe Dad was right?

This was my diploma...

It´s all gone, in the bin.

Why?
Long story, I keep it short (haha).

Had trouble with a professor. Told him off (me!!! Those who know me it takes some stupid nagging to have made me, especially in the 90´s!).

Diploma.
Professor #1: which is your zodiac sign? Oh, and I love organic, round structures. The work: A tiny gap in Magdeburg (tiny, round, zodiac?!).
Professor #2: Him! THAT professor. Markethall in Braunschweig (where we live now!!!! - I studied in Hildesheim).

I certainly took Braunschweig.

A Professor also has to be a pedagogue, right?
He hated me for telling him off that one time.
Model after model he smashed.

It was architecture with also interior design and for the latter I had an... architect, "M", from real life, she worked in Hamburg and said, using the casual "du", "you have to start with MY part!" - I said, "how, the building´s structure is not ready".
Told her about the incident, my second model she thought was great but, ohhhh, so complicated!
"Take it. Since he made you loose so much time and the statics is real complicated, I´ll give it to my structural engineer - don´t tell!!!"

Oh, come on, the idea for the model was mine.
The assignment was: market place only on 3 days a week (tradition over here) hence vehicles have to drive in.
Only two columns to make arranging easy, three pylons outside to help carrying the roof.

Back then... no internet for students! I ordered paper-catalogues of roof-companies.
Found one. Warm-roof, needed cool one.
So.
Rain, heat, cold, ice, scorching sun.... and I have those pylons, I need to get through the roof!

Fellow student (sounds so nice, we call them "Kommolitone") had a young daughter and always snug in using her as excuse.
I didn´t like her for that.

That day it was her turn before mine, though.
It´s sad. She was to become a graded engineer and was not able to make her apartment child proof ("Daddy" ran away).
She was distracted hence and mixed up scales.
Remember, I´m old - we had drawing machines, not computers!!!

I, as others, were waiting, some were done, talking about their work (we were a nice team!!!) and he told her off.
BIG.
She should rather sell margarine.
He told her off in front of us all till there was silence. And then her, crying.

AND I WAS NEXT.

GUESS.

I smashed my work with full force on his table, saying: PROBLEM: "... ANSWER?!!!"

He had none.
This was the final stage of study, no kiddy´s questions no more, and I had SEVERAL BIG ONES!!!
He could answer NONE.

All eyes on us.

HA!
NOW you dumb moron know how she felt like minutes ago! She CRIED!

I stomped off like a King, went home, feeling small like a very dumb dwarf, asked if someone needs to go and had a hot bath after getting no´s. (We were sharing a flat).

Verbal test.
Professor: "Your structural analysis is wrong."

???? WHAT?! (I didn´t say that).
"M" went all pale, sweating. No use for that. I certainly never told the truth but "I´ll have it checked"
She later said she wanted to give me the top - he said if she does so I´ll totally loose in his field.

What a TINY man, right.
I had the structural analysis checked, certainly was correct, but, alas I never returned to that field of architecture - and I am glad I did not.
In the aftermath I have to thank that stupid man.
Architecture means customers. With money... or not! Stress, driving, explainig, blablabla (I worked as a trainee, so I know).

(Digitalised my work, started as IT trainee as architects wanted me to create websites and here we go again, I start all over just yet again).

The doll house, Dad, it was a lesson.

The place today is still a sad parking lot.

Had great murals, now grafitti only. Sad...

Lion?

I do. Fight. It´s complicated. Work-related. Again. Yet I am glad I´m not into architecture, that´s a very tough world here... and elsewhere I bet, too.