Unfortunately I just couldn't help myself from laughing at this part. Because this is THE EXACT PLOT AND WAY THAT YOU SOLVE THE MURDERS in Police Quest III: The Kindred (written by former police officer Jim Walls).
Grenoble
Saturday, December 7, 2024
Houellebeceq and Walls
Unfortunately I just couldn't help myself from laughing at this part. Because this is THE EXACT PLOT AND WAY THAT YOU SOLVE THE MURDERS in Police Quest III: The Kindred (written by former police officer Jim Walls).
Tuesday, November 26, 2024
Germany
More than one year ago Pemulis changed jobs. By the grace of God and the power of capital markets that have no connection whatsoever to economic fundamentals said job still exists today. By law you must have health insurance in Germany. Not having it is just plain verboten. Pemulis's old job ended on September 30th, 2023 and his new job began (because it was a Monday) on October 2nd, 2023. The astute reader will notice that for one day -- October 1st, 2023 -- he was without health insurance. Which is clearly, as we say in Germany,* a faux pas.
Having been a German resident for some 10 years at that point, Pemulis was cognizant that this one unemployed day could (nay, would) pose a serious problem for the powers-that-be in the German bureaucracy and beyond. And so he carefully planned for attempting to avoid such a complicating (and illegal) factor and spent many trying hours with the Krankenversicherungs people trying to arrive at a solution for what would be done about that ominous potentially uninsured day at the beginning of October.
Phone calls were had. Many of them. E-mails were written. It was suggested at one point that Pemulis work with his new employer to try to change the start date from October 2nd to October 1st (a Sunday). Ze German representatives of said employer in Germany said "Nein! That is a Sonntag! You will start on Montag!". "But my health insurance!" pleaded Pemulis. But rules be rules.
The lovely folks at Health Insurance R Us (or some German equivalent) finally caved and said look, you have two options: you can pay for that one day which we don't recommend because if you don't have income on that day then you just have to prove that you don't have income on that day and then you won't have to pay. And Pemulis said great I'll take that option. But then the only way to prove you don't have income is to apply for Arbeitslos (unemployment) support for one day but then that affects your future taxes and all this undesirable stuff so Pemulis said Listen, I'd be happy to pay for this one day. And they said OK but it's not the best idea because you'll be charged the maximum. OK.
And then nothing happened. Everyone went about their business, life continued, and no one ever heard about the problem again. The Krankenversicherungs people were seemingly happy. They said nothing. No bill was sent. No money was taken out of Pemulis's bank account. The problem just faded into the background.
Until November 15th, 2024.
November 15th (13.5 months after the fact), the Krankenversicherungs people noticed a problem. At one point, more than one year ago, for 24 hours, Pemulis lacked health insurance. This is verboten. The Krankenversicherung was displeased. The government would be unhappy. There would be forms to fill out. There would be problems. This did not bode well.
Eventually Pemulis would be face to face with a nameless representative of the Krankenversicherung.
"I know it's ridiculous" sighed the representative.
But you need to make a choice: you can either pay for the one day (but it will be the maximum amount! [normally it is a percentage of your income but without any income you either don't pay at all -- but have to prove no income -- or you pay the maximum) or you prove that you had no income on that day so many months ago. Pemulis thought he had already made that choice (in fact he'd completely forgotten about it since it was, you know, about 14 months ago). He said "I will pay". The representative said OK, you must fill out these 914 forms. And he did.
One week later a bill arrived. The bill. For Pemulis's health insurance for one day from 14 months ago. And it was painful. It was difficult. But the 7 euros and 12 cents were transferred to the Krankenversicherung and all was again right in the Bundesrepublik.
Thursday, May 30, 2024
Wednesday, May 29, 2024
Oh and, I've gone to New York City, and I am all alone
Wow if I'd only waited it really would have all made sense. In a previous post on GWMD, there was a whole thing about the song A Murder of One and how it ends with
Been to Rome
And I have gone to London
And I am, all alone
But when Adam Duritz would sing that song in different cities he would add on after the "I have gone to London" part a line that was like "I've gone to [current city where the concert is]". So like when I was a young high school student back in 1999 or so [ed: actually it was May 31st, 2000, at the Jack Breslin Student Center] and I drove the minivan down to East Lansing, Michigan to see a Counting Crows concert he literally sang "I've been to East Lansing!" (funny right?). But more importantly, the 1998 live album Across a Wire: Live in New York City contains the most well known live version of A Murder of One where the song ends of course with "... I've gone to New York City, and I am, all alone".
I'm starting to wonder if the founders / executives / planners / whoever is in charge of such things for my present employer also wanted to experience some connection to this moment of 1990's pop culture. But then again that hardly makes any sense whatsoever.
What did for sure happen though, is that I finally after 40 odd years of waiting, through the generosity [?] of the investors in my employer visited New York City during the last week of April. It was sunny, warm, a pleasant Spring week, and NYC was much more calm than the movies would have had me believe. It probably helped that my hotel and workplace were conveniently located in the West Village next to the Hudson River where I could quickly pop into Hermès during the lunch hour and grab a $900 t-shirt that I might wear to a trendy rooftop bar after work and consume a $35 cocktail consisting of mostly ice cubes and lime juice.
I walked through Central Park on a warm afternoon, didn't get robbed, went jogging along the river, biked with some friends on the CitiBikes through the park and then later from the office into Brooklyn over the Manhattan Bridge, and visited the Chelsea Market for a few lunches. All very contrived but fun!
The End
Saturday, December 16, 2023
The Paris, London, Rome Trifecta: A Tragedy in Two Parts
Sunday, October 8, 2023
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish stairs
While there are few cold nights in Rome -- especially at the end of September -- and I believe it's the Spanish steps rather than stairs, Bob's right on the money when he says that ancient footprints are everywhere. Thanks to Mrs. Joelle flying in on the AC123, Joelle and Pemulis were recently able to add to those footprints when they spent five days and four glorious nights in the City of Seven Hills (you might know it as the Eternal City) during the first official days of autumn in this year AD 2023.
With Helga and Heinrich left behind, the original stars of the blog were able to try to recharge after nearly eight years of whatever the opposite of childless vacations are ("child vacations"? anti-paradise?). We arrived on a warm (they were all warm) evening and checked into our colosseum-adjacent hotel before rushing out to our first of many delicious meals. The negronis and the red wine flowed along with cacio e pepe, carbonara, cicoria, and other Roman delights. After dinner we took advantage of the much less peopled streets and took in a tiny portion of the unlimited ancient sights of the city.
We of course had cappuccinos with sticky sweet pastries for breakfast every morning, we walked on the Spanish steps both during the day and on a dark night (but it was never cold), we walked all around the colosseum, we ran along the Tiber and past the Castel Sant'Angelo, we visited the German cemetery at the Vatican that only citizens of the former Holy Roman Empire may visit (but don't tell anyone because we're of course not really Germans... but we managed to get past the Swiss Guards with only our cunning to guide us), we got a guided tour of the Domus Aurea which was actually really quite amazing and I would highly recommend it. It's crazy that it -- like most everything else around those parts -- is 2000 years old and the art on the walls is that old too.
It was sunny every single day, the food and wine were delicious, the prices are incredible especially in comparison to Munich/Germany, the people are actually nice (especially in comparison to Munich/Germany), and I didn't think about work once (probably since I was "between jobs" at the time as they say). You know, I think maybe we should move there...
Monday, September 4, 2023
Sayonara
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. Sorry. I mean two million six hundred twenty eight thousand minutes. Five years. That's how much time I gave to my soon-to-be ex employer in blood, sweat, and tears (mainly tears actually). And actually actually, you have to take off the evenings, weekends, weeks of vacation, recharge days (and weeks), sick days, times when I was sitting at my computer but not doing anything anywhere close to working, team fun event days, lunches, etc. and I think that then the true number is somewhere closer to around 1000 minutes or so. And what did I get in return? Well, I did get to go to California a couple of times. [As an aside, even I have to admit that a lot of the content on this here blog is kind of missable at best and cringe at worst but I just re-read that California Redux post probably for the first time since I wrote it and personally I don't think it's even close to half bad.] Other things that this friendly Silicon Valley tech corporation that has never made a profit in its life gave me are stocks that have lost more than 80% of their value (I did manage to sell many of them though), a drawer full of branded t-shirts (that I wear regularly), and a healthy dose of wisdom from the school of hard knocks. I also now know how it feels to be on your own, with no direction home, like a complete unknown. So there is that.
But it all comes to an end in just a few short weeks. And on September 30th I will finally say "Sayonara". The new gig (after a short recharge trip to Rome) will start immediately afterwards and I'm hoping -- I guess obviously -- that it doesn't kill me. But hope is a dangerous thing for someone like me to have. The new company -- which shall remain nameless for now (and no I'm unfortunately not starting my own "start up" yet because getting rich is so 90's) -- has two main hubs. One of which is located in Canada's largest city and the other is (I believe) next to MI6. Crazy that after all this time Pemulis would join a Canadian company but (for now anyways) still remain in Germania. The latter of the hubs, the Londres one I mean, is one where I imagine I may be spending some of my time over the next several months. That should be fun and exciting for me because I really like rain, baked beans, complaining, being cold, being miserable, and non-rhotic pronunciation. What about you guv'nuh?