Good God, Gösing! Get it together!

The jokes just aren't getting funny.


I had hoped that I was crazy with something my first week here, but I'm afraid I wasn't. The four weeks working in the vineyards for harvest, though taxing, now look like... well... I miss them.

As good as my boss and co-worker are to me, well... I'm too tired to be eloquent... they are driving me crazy. Both try to micromanage me (Uhm, I'm raking leaves. Like you told me to. Remember? See- I put them over there. Yeah, okay. No, really, I can do it in these shoes. I promise.) and neither one can delegate work very well (Take the buckets over there? Cool. Then what? Well, I don't think it will take me very long.)

I know what you're thinking, but it's not that. It's not the language. I thought it was, too. Wish that it was...

Today we bottled a thousand-odd bottles of white wine. Yes, all but one wine is white, but I can't remember what kind it was... Reisling? Maybe.

Anyhow.

For all bottling, the bottles go through a giant washing machine. You can put an entire flat of bottles into the machine (six at a time) before they will start coming out the other end. It is kind of amazing.

Today was only the second time we did bottling. The first time, we did juice, all day, and I can't remember how many thousand bottles we did. For juice, the bottles were sterilized with hot water, thus, the bottles were piping hot to handle afterwards.

With wine, the bottles we use are already sterilized and just need to have a cold rinse. No blasting hot water or piping hot bottles to worry about, but still, the machine needs to warm up a bit. And sometimes when the machine is cold, it needs a little prompting. It's easy. If a certian light goes out, you push a button and the machine starts working all hunky-doorey again. Nix problem.

'The machine. It is like a wife,' my boss tells me.
'Huh?'
'The machine. When it is cold. It is like a wife. It must... *warm up.*'

Now, in most situations, this could be perfectly hilarious. Completely hilarious. My boss certianly thought so.

It was sickening. He talks ill of women all the time, does not believe women can get a long with each other (this is a good story, too) and now I have found out that he thinks that all wives are fridgid bitches.

And yes, I'm sure if he had the words 'fridgid' and 'bitch' in his vocabulary he would have used them today.

And you know what, I don't think that I need to come back to Seattle yet, but I do think that I need out of Gösing. Damn this place is a black hole.


On the up side, I've started writing a new screen play. It's going to be called 'The Whinery.'

And yes, it is a comedy.