Dear Fighter,
a crazy fighter....
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
Sunday, 23 September 2007
Carting in London
Dear Fighter,
it has been a long time since I went carting. The place was hard to find ;-) but the track was not too exciting. We were racing with a couple other people but all were no match for me. ;-)
Here we are in the briefing room.
Before us were a couple of kids, real small and cute....
No pic from the race, but here are the results....
Just to make this clear, I won!
Yes, as indicated above, I was also the fastest of the day! Check out the detailed lap results below!
Here are Lucinda's results. Not bad for a girl who did it for the first time.
Keep Fightin,
Jochen
it has been a long time since I went carting. The place was hard to find ;-) but the track was not too exciting. We were racing with a couple other people but all were no match for me. ;-)
Here we are in the briefing room.
Before us were a couple of kids, real small and cute....
No pic from the race, but here are the results....
Just to make this clear, I won!
Yes, as indicated above, I was also the fastest of the day! Check out the detailed lap results below!
Here are Lucinda's results. Not bad for a girl who did it for the first time.
Keep Fightin,
Jochen
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Sikh on Motorcycle
Dear Fighter,
tonight, while driving back from an excellent dinner I had the chance to witness another mystery. I drove past a Sikh on a motorcycle and he was not wearing a helmet. Of course, Sikh are not allowed to take their turban off. This get me thinking, does the law, which by the way stipulates that a Sikh may keep their turban on during security control at the airports, recognize a religous superpower wich enables the turban to protect its wearer?
And yes, it does! My research found the following link: SikhWiki
Don't get me wrong, I respect the decision to honor a religous belief. But what I don't understand is that I may not ride without a helmet (or may not wear a seat belt). I am not putting anyone in danger (besides myself) whilst not wearing a helmet or seat belt.
Why do I have to comply whilst other get exemptions from the law?
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
tonight, while driving back from an excellent dinner I had the chance to witness another mystery. I drove past a Sikh on a motorcycle and he was not wearing a helmet. Of course, Sikh are not allowed to take their turban off. This get me thinking, does the law, which by the way stipulates that a Sikh may keep their turban on during security control at the airports, recognize a religous superpower wich enables the turban to protect its wearer?
And yes, it does! My research found the following link: SikhWiki
Don't get me wrong, I respect the decision to honor a religous belief. But what I don't understand is that I may not ride without a helmet (or may not wear a seat belt). I am not putting anyone in danger (besides myself) whilst not wearing a helmet or seat belt.
Why do I have to comply whilst other get exemptions from the law?
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
BBQ @ LHO
Dear Fighter,
here are a couple impression of the BBQ last weekend. I hate it when you arrive at a party and everyone is drunk already.
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
here are a couple impression of the BBQ last weekend. I hate it when you arrive at a party and everyone is drunk already.
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
Thursday, 30 August 2007
DO & CO Staff Party 28.08.07
Dear Fighter,
the time had come and it was right. Staff party! A boat! The thames! 150 people! Lot's of beer! And bad food!
Here is the result!
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
the time had come and it was right. Staff party! A boat! The thames! 150 people! Lot's of beer! And bad food!
Here is the result!
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
Frankfurt WE 25.08.07 - IKEA NIGHTMARE
Dear Fighter,
my recent trip to Frankfurt was not one of the best. I had to learn that my stepfather is not doing very well, now after about 5 years in the wheelchair the kidneys have stopped working. I felt a bit guilty that I didn't spend more time with him but there were just too many people around him. And I am not really a big fan of ALIBI visits.
Anyhow, i pretty much reserved Saturday night for a good night. Plan was to go to the Frankfurter Botschaft for dinner and a little bit of party later.
That was the plan. But IKEA destroyed the plan. Oliver, who was supposed to join dinner with his girlfriend Sarah, had men from IKEA over at his house to built his newly purchased bedroom. Their plan was to arrive at 16:00h and to leave at 20:00h. They did arrive at the correct time, but as it turned out, the guys had no clue what they were doing.
In a last attempt to rescue the evening, we opted to meet at Oliver's, as opposed to the restaurant, to have an apperative and then go out. However, 3-4 bottles of champagne and a good amount of sushi the were still not finished (23:30!) 30 minutes later we were finally able to leave. The venue of our choice was a rooftop garden on top of the boerse parkhaus. BORING! Yes, I have to admit, there was the Mainufer fest in Frankfurt and everyone else was there. Anyhow, 2 hours later, took the cab home. It was still a good evening.
BTW: Oliver's and Sarah's new bed did not survive the first night!! ;-))))
On Sunday, RELAXATION was it. TV, TV, TV, TV, nothing else!
Monday: Appointment with a customer of the hotel and then tea with Yvonne and dinner with Gerlinde. Was good to see her again. Though,.....
That was about it, keep fightin'
Jochen
my recent trip to Frankfurt was not one of the best. I had to learn that my stepfather is not doing very well, now after about 5 years in the wheelchair the kidneys have stopped working. I felt a bit guilty that I didn't spend more time with him but there were just too many people around him. And I am not really a big fan of ALIBI visits.
Anyhow, i pretty much reserved Saturday night for a good night. Plan was to go to the Frankfurter Botschaft for dinner and a little bit of party later.
That was the plan. But IKEA destroyed the plan. Oliver, who was supposed to join dinner with his girlfriend Sarah, had men from IKEA over at his house to built his newly purchased bedroom. Their plan was to arrive at 16:00h and to leave at 20:00h. They did arrive at the correct time, but as it turned out, the guys had no clue what they were doing.
In a last attempt to rescue the evening, we opted to meet at Oliver's, as opposed to the restaurant, to have an apperative and then go out. However, 3-4 bottles of champagne and a good amount of sushi the were still not finished (23:30!) 30 minutes later we were finally able to leave. The venue of our choice was a rooftop garden on top of the boerse parkhaus. BORING! Yes, I have to admit, there was the Mainufer fest in Frankfurt and everyone else was there. Anyhow, 2 hours later, took the cab home. It was still a good evening.
BTW: Oliver's and Sarah's new bed did not survive the first night!! ;-))))
On Sunday, RELAXATION was it. TV, TV, TV, TV, nothing else!
Monday: Appointment with a customer of the hotel and then tea with Yvonne and dinner with Gerlinde. Was good to see her again. Though,.....
That was about it, keep fightin'
Jochen
Thursday, 16 August 2007
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
Quote of the Day
Dear Fighter,
just found this quote on my daily quotes:
"If the Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me"
- Jimmy Buffett
It is soooo true!
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
just found this quote on my daily quotes:
"If the Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me"
- Jimmy Buffett
It is soooo true!
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
Monday, 13 August 2007
Can Poquer - Mallorca 2007
Dear Fighter,
the time was right. 12 month after my last real vacation. Malle 2007 reloaded the 4th. Present were the managers (10 days), little schnu and finki (5 days), Lucinda and me (10 days). Additionally, my uncle and his family as well as my mother for a couple of days.
I was quite scared by the fact that my uncle's familie and my mother would be there. I thought it would impeed my relaxation. However, this was not the case. It was a great holiday.
It didn't start of well as we spend the entire way to Luton in a traffic jam. Checkin was smooth, the airport was empty, however, the flight was crazy. We had a girl panicing before takeoff, an extremely smelly unidentified person, a couple brazilian (excuse the french) whores and an extremely bad landing. Though the managers picked us up on time and we let the relaxation being.
Relaxation at the pool, lot's of cava, not so much vodka this time, schotski was less popular and good food, twice to the beach, once to Palma, couple times to Pollenca. Just doing nothing, RELAXING 100% percent. btw. did not get stung by jellie fish.
My B-Day was particularly great. My mom organized a bbq. Was an really nice evening with family and friends. What more can one as for? Here a list of my presents:
Never Eeasyjet again: It started out that we were informed by Lucinda's parents that our flight will be delayed. Upon checking we were informed, after Lucinda paid the obligatory excess baggage charge (4kg only) that our plane would be on time. However, we soon found out that it would be almost two hours delayed which meant that we would only arrive at about4am. We accepted it, no choice. Upon arrival at the gate however, Easyjet announced an indefinate delay and started giving out vouchers. Took it easy and requested to get our flight changed to the next day. Surprise! No argument! 12:00pm tomorrow, please proceed to the ticket desk.
Ticket desk! Rebooked! Luggage? will arrive in 15 to 30 minutes. I wondered off to find a rental car again. no luck! ok, let's take a cab (who cares about the 30 to 50 euros). now: waiting for luggage! after multiple complaints why it is taking so long, and after being told that it is not their (the ticket desk people's) problem that it is taking so long as we wished to rebook our flight and after my request to speak to the manager was put off with the words: "he will not take to you!" Our luggage arrived after a bit over an hour.
So we took the cab back to the house to enjoy the last bottle of cava after shaving out 70 euros.
After a good nights rest, we were driven to the airport. Checkin, no shopping, cafe solo, 1,5h delay, we took off. Flight was ok (L did not puke this time, will she ever overcome her dislike for pringles and kit kat)! Arrival! Long term parking! Traffic Jam! Arrival at work. Holiday over!
Here are the pictures:
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
the time was right. 12 month after my last real vacation. Malle 2007 reloaded the 4th. Present were the managers (10 days), little schnu and finki (5 days), Lucinda and me (10 days). Additionally, my uncle and his family as well as my mother for a couple of days.
I was quite scared by the fact that my uncle's familie and my mother would be there. I thought it would impeed my relaxation. However, this was not the case. It was a great holiday.
It didn't start of well as we spend the entire way to Luton in a traffic jam. Checkin was smooth, the airport was empty, however, the flight was crazy. We had a girl panicing before takeoff, an extremely smelly unidentified person, a couple brazilian (excuse the french) whores and an extremely bad landing. Though the managers picked us up on time and we let the relaxation being.
Relaxation at the pool, lot's of cava, not so much vodka this time, schotski was less popular and good food, twice to the beach, once to Palma, couple times to Pollenca. Just doing nothing, RELAXING 100% percent. btw. did not get stung by jellie fish.
My B-Day was particularly great. My mom organized a bbq. Was an really nice evening with family and friends. What more can one as for? Here a list of my presents:- Mont Blanc Pen
- Personalized Cufflings
- Book: The Undercover Economist
- Underwear
- Ann Summers Sex Vouchers ;-)
- Logitech Ipod Speakers (even with battery)
- Porsche Cayman S (Hot Wheels Version with water so that it will grow)
- Economist x2
- Wired
- GQ
- The Mystery Method
- Briliant NLP
- Game Theory at Work
- Cosmo USA
- various other women's mags
Never Eeasyjet again: It started out that we were informed by Lucinda's parents that our flight will be delayed. Upon checking we were informed, after Lucinda paid the obligatory excess baggage charge (4kg only) that our plane would be on time. However, we soon found out that it would be almost two hours delayed which meant that we would only arrive at about4am. We accepted it, no choice. Upon arrival at the gate however, Easyjet announced an indefinate delay and started giving out vouchers. Took it easy and requested to get our flight changed to the next day. Surprise! No argument! 12:00pm tomorrow, please proceed to the ticket desk.
Ticket desk! Rebooked! Luggage? will arrive in 15 to 30 minutes. I wondered off to find a rental car again. no luck! ok, let's take a cab (who cares about the 30 to 50 euros). now: waiting for luggage! after multiple complaints why it is taking so long, and after being told that it is not their (the ticket desk people's) problem that it is taking so long as we wished to rebook our flight and after my request to speak to the manager was put off with the words: "he will not take to you!" Our luggage arrived after a bit over an hour.
So we took the cab back to the house to enjoy the last bottle of cava after shaving out 70 euros.
After a good nights rest, we were driven to the airport. Checkin, no shopping, cafe solo, 1,5h delay, we took off. Flight was ok (L did not puke this time, will she ever overcome her dislike for pringles and kit kat)! Arrival! Long term parking! Traffic Jam! Arrival at work. Holiday over!
Here are the pictures:
Keep Fightin'
Jochen
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