Concrete proof that Pat's Bunnyhouse is actually a correctional facility.

So as if my situation weren't tricky enough. (see previous posts)

There's this new teacher here now, from Iran, speaks slow but good German and English. He's already doing English with the kids in place of Susi in the pre-school and who knows, he may take over my stuff too when I leave after this month.
Anyway.
The principal called me into a meeting yesterday afternoon.
She said "Reza is now a teacher here, blah blah, he's looking for an apartment for his family but it's taking a while, blah blah, we want to offer him your apartment."
So yeah, they asked me to go and move into Camilla's old room, in number 404 /405 with Erin.

But that's not all!
I had to do it yesterday. Not "could you take the day off tomorrow and move your stuff" or "do it before Monday", but "this evening you must move all your belongings down to the 4th floor apartment and hand in your keys tomorrow morning".
I tried to say I had plans. Cause I did. With Stefan, and Eni (from Hungary) and it was going to be the last time I would get to see Eni before she leaves on Saturday.
Susi even said "yeah, it's going to take an entire evening" but Frau Klügel reckoned it would not disturb my plans to move out on the same day.

WELL.
I went to German at my teacher's place first,
got home at 6:30 or so,
spent the first hour and a half getting rid of all the posters and other stuff on the cupboard doors,
then my doorbell rang!
I was expecting a text or something to say "meet us here at this time", but Stefan and Eni decided to surprise me with a visit,
and I surprised them with the news.
Being the kind people they are, they offered to help.
We spent the next couple of hours hard at work, then had a break when we went to the supermarket to buy beer. We also ordered a "party" sized Hawaiian pizza to be delivered, which is a rectangle measuring 60cm x 40cm. Tasty.
Then we worked some more. We eventually filled the lift with everything else I own and shut the door to number 814 for good. At 2:07am, we were done, and I thanked Stefan and Eni a hundred times and apologised for our change of plans - we were going to go to a movie at 11pm maybe, and I even thought I'd manage to move out before that time. But nope. Pat's Bunnyhouse therefore thoroughly ruined my evening.


So today, I was in the middle of writing everything above this sentence, when I had to suddenly go and meet the principal. And it was in the dining room downstairs, in front of some other kitchen and cleaning staff. The principal got angry. Apparently the lady who inspects my apartment had been there this morning and thought it was a pigsty. I admit, I did not get on my hands and knees with a cloth and spray bottle and polish every surface til it shone. Why? Because at 2am I was stuffed and needed my 4.5 hours of sleep!
This had absolutely no effect on the principal. She said that for all she cared, I should have stayed up until 4. I have to add that the inspecting lady was saying "the shower is brown, the toilet seat is yellow" and stuff like that. But that's just not true. I told her that they're both white, but who's the principal going to believe out of me and her?
She also got mad that I hadn't brought the key to Erin's room (which was given to me along with Camilla's), even though I explained it was because I couldn't find it in my giant pile of stuff before I had to get to work this morning. She ALSO got mad that I had "stolen" the Nintendo 64 console from my place.

Now, in January, this Nintendo 64 was in Erin's room downstairs, it was there before either of us arrived here. She asked if I wanted it, cause she didn't, so I took it up to my place. Last night, I took it back down to the girls' place along with the rest of my stuff. Today, I had the principal yelling at me because she reckons the console belongs in the upstairs apartment, despite me telling her everything I just wrote.

So basically, yeah. They put me in the car of the inspecting lady who drove me home, I finally found Erin's key and also gave her the N64. Then she said "you have to take the tram back, I'm staying here to do something else", and of course I didn't have my wallet with me because I didn't think I'd need money, and in my wallet is my tram ticket. So I even had to rummage around my new room until I found 1.80€ for a ticket.

Then I came back here and wrote the rest of this.
Gotta hurry off now. Over my time limit and my mentor just walked into the room.
PN