When Corneli arrived back, all her stuff had been packed into sacks and boxes and moved to another apartment in an adjacent building. Number 740.
So there was the mammoth task, awaiting us jetlaggers, to unpack all this stuff, plus the stuff we had with us.
Later in the evening, the girl who was substituting for Corneli, a pretty, picky (aka finicky) girl called Iris, called to complain about the school and shortly after that Corneli was told that instead of starting on Monday, as agreed, she would have to work the next morning because Iris had kicked up a fuss about something and said she wasn't going to work her scheduled last day.
As you can imagine, we were both exhausted, apartment is a mess, and not the nicest way to start the next day.
But, workerbee that she is, Corneli got up at the crack and did her shift. Oulik hey.
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