Above all if they come from me.

Thus I decided to turn today the Spiess. After Murphy's Law rings a telephone with highest probability even if one is in the middle in an important work or even sits in the bath tub. That is as with the well-known milchtopf, which does not cook, as long as one guards it. Therefore I will guard today the telephone, until it becomes black because of non--ringing.

The telephone everything does not make three hours later my hopes destroyed: It rings.

I let it ring three times, then I take off:

" hello? " legend I " I would have gladly a large Pizza number 5 with specially Champignons, a small salami and a small Pepperoni. "
" W... which? "
" there isn't Pizza theHotline? " I ask.
" no, I... "
" then I probably dialed the wrong number. Excuse please. "
" however... "

In this moment the monstermonster monster from the caretaker trabt past my open Buerotuere. That is the opportunity. With my Lunch Sandwich I lure the straw-stupid cattle into my office. Immediately thereafter again the telephone rings. I take off, switch to monitoring and delay to the dogge the listener.

" hello? " it sounds from the loudspeaker.

The dogge of the caretaker is admits for the fact that it feels with each type of High Tech large uneasiness. Uneasiness expresses itself with it in the form of loud Winseln and howling.
(even notices to me that the dogge in this regard has large similarity with our ecologically angehauchten groups of students. Perhaps I should bring along it times to a student general meeting.) The dogge is the bodyless voice from the telephone receiver already High Tech too much. It begins too winseln.

" there is who? Hello? I wanted Mr. Leisch... "

" there is someone?... If it goes... I means, do you feel not well?...
Hello... "

" OVER GOD WILL! WHICH OCCURS THERE?! NONE HEARS ME?! "

When I return from an expanded Snack to the Cafete, is the enormous excavator bucket deaf Auger of the charwoman before my office door.

That displeases me.

First of all I cannot pend the outdated thing anyway, because its medieval going owl causes regularly nightmares for me during lunch time. A hundred times I already suggested to the boss purchasing a modern muffled model which is appropriate for the High Tech a character of our chair.
Secondly it blocks, as it stands there, the acces into my office.
The charwoman is not to be seen naturally anywhere; probably she chats times again extensively with Mrs. Bezelmann. I fasten the become baggy cover off and remove the dust collector before the outlet nozzle. Then I place the excavator bucket deaf Auger opposite my open office door, so that I have him still well in the field of vision.

An hour later I do not hear the boss its 14-Uhr-Rundgang begin. While it down-walks the course, it converses paternally with the charwoman. The boss gives itself gladly socially opposite his subalternen employees.

" and... aeh... as is your worth family? "
" Uh... when the Klainae nua times mecht bessa wean with sain Aschtma, necht? Un man nua necht sovill drink there mecht. Un it de Tantae still laida gstorm... "
" property, well, makes me happy however... ", says the boss leutselig smiling.

In the meantime they concerned at the vacuum cleaner, and the charwoman, who would like to show the boss, how expressed arbeitswuetig she is today again, sets the howling Ungetuem immediately in course. Dusty contents of the excavator bucket with considerable rate are herausgepustet by the missing filter. Develops a type mini atomic mushroom in the course, which umwallt the head of the boss like a Glorienschein. The boss snatches before fright at air and gets a clenched charge Tschernobyl dust into the lung.

The charwoman finds the switch before excitement not and shakes hectically at the howling excavator bucket around. That proves as error, because now also the heavier sections sit down in motion and its way in by to outlet nozzle find. It snows to paper shred and cigarette stub over the boss, who is in the middle in a convulsive/desperate cough accumulation. Indefinable metal bits shoot as maliciously surrende transverse racquets by the course and meet almost colleague O. and Marianne, which spaehen curiously from their offices. Finally it creates the boss spirit at present to get tangled into the mains cable and to pull the plug from the wall. *** TRANSLATION ENDS HERE ***
Wie ein auslaufendes Boing-Triebwerk kommt der antike Kübelstaubsauger langsam zur Ruhe.

Die Putzfrau stotterte unzusammenhängendes Zeug; der Chef versucht krampfhaft, sein Soziallächeln aufrechtzuerhalten. Allerdings bröckelt es am linken Mundwinkel schon etwas.

Frau Bezelmann, die immer zur Stelle ist, wenn etwas Amüsantes außerhalb der üblichen Routine passiert, beginnt die Glatze des Chefs mit einem gelben Spüllappen abzustauben.
Der Blick des Chefs fällt auf mich. Einen winzigen Moment lang denke ich, daß er.. aber nein. Er sagt lediglich:

"Äh... Leisch. Ich glaube, wir könnten einen neuen Staubsauger gebrauchen, meinen Sie nicht?"

 
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