As you can see on the countdown clock, it’s about to happen tomorrow. My flight goes from Munich at 3.30 p.m., and I’m truly excited. I just checked the Lufthansa homepage for updates about the strikes, and they will strike… tomorrow.
But I’m a lucky girl, the strikes will take place in Frankfurt. At the same time, I feel so damn sorry for everyone else needing a flight tomorrow.
Nevertheless, that also means that our train drivers won’t strike at the same time airlines strike. You can see, Germany is a state where employees fought for their rights over the decades. But you can also see, they still fight. And don’t stop. It’s like queing in Englad, people say it’s a hobby, a passion. Same goes with striking in Germany. It gets on my nerves as a former sales associate. What about thinking of us? We earn almost not enough to survive here, while other companies complain about what they earn. Somehow it is ridiculous.
Anyways. I am going to scratch my boyfriend’s lumberjack beard tomorrow and kiss his lips, and now nothing can take away the joy from me to see him. And make cheesy couple stuff together again.