The DU Lounge

MOST of the time, my job is a dream job. It's fun, I like the traveling, and the very notion of boredom terrifies me. I am paid enough money to not need more, although getting taxed at 73% on earned income is not conducive to making an extra effort. I finally got it sorted out that unearned income is taxed where it was (un) earned, and that is all USA (37% as opposed to Germany's 50%).

But, when hings go sorta to plan, I have a good time. It's when everything goes wrong that I bitch and moan. The trip baxk, by the way, wasn't much better. Half an hour late leaving Paris, an additional half hour delay during a stall between the Belgian border and Köln. Luckily (for me, not the other passengers waiting for the same train), a connecting train back to the Düsseldorf airport was also way late getting into Köln from the south somewhere (Koblenz?), and I got back to the airport train station "only" 45 minutes late.

At some point next week, I have to be back in Brussels, and then down to Switzerland and back twice, somehow squeezing in some more family obkigations. Spain will have to wait until the week after. Since I used to live there as a teenager, it is familiar territory, and I always enjoy going back.