I had a dream the other night that a German professor from the U of A emailed me to ask me the translation of Eiermontag. “Egg… Monday?” I thought, bewildered. What could an Egg Monday be? Is that part of the week-long Karneval celebration? Hey, she’s the professor! What’s she doing asking me? I was stumped.
Then I was ushered into a room at my school here for a meeting with some of the administrators, when that room detached from the rest of the building and started rolling down the street. My mind went into panic-mode: What the heck! Why does no one seem to notice that the conference room is rolling away from the building! I don’t know my way back to the school! I don’t have my phone! I can’t call anyone to come pick me up! What! The! Heck!
Then I woke up, at which point I thought, “Boy, I’m glad I don’t have to figure that one out.”
Anyway, not the point. I went to Aldi today to buy some groceries and some more minutes for my phone and internet. I got back to the house, and was unlocking my door when my bike began to tip. I dove, but no dice. Normally, this wouldn’t have been such a problem, except, as it were, my basket was filled with eggs. Ugh. Still, through my frustration at egg-covered groceries and a slightly dented fender, I couldn’t help thinking smugly to myself, “So this is an Egg Monday,” and I felt pretty clever, if a bit sticky.
Then I tried to upload my new minutes to my internet account, and it worked for a while – and then zap, like that, it was gone. All 25 Euro, no internet, no phone, just gone. I hoofed back on down to Aldi to give them a piece of my mind, only to remember that actually I’m way too polite to give pieces of my mind and I end up more like: “Sorry, don’t mean to be a bother, but you see, my German is terrible, but I think there may have been a slight mistake, and if it just doesn’t trouble you too much – oh gosh, I don’t mean to hold up the line! – but it’s just one of those days, you know? One of those Egg Mondays? Heh heh? No? Okay anyway…” and so it goes. I ended up talking to some guy on the Aldi help line, and truth be told, I wasn’t even that frustrated that it turned out to be a user error (ugh) because I understood what he was telling me. I can talk to German customer support, I can do anything!
Or so I’ve always believed.
Anyway, finally, we reach this week’s saying. It’s nothing too clever, just a reliable go-to that seems to sum up the day:
So ist das Leben.
It’s the German c’est la vie: sometimes all your eggs break, sometimes you lose all your money to user error, but sometimes you find your German’s improving, and sometimes your boyfriend sends you a bouquet for Valentine’s Day even though he’s always been in the Valentine’s Day-is-for-schmucks camp before.
Happy Egg Monday, and happy Valentine’s Day to all you schmucks out there.