<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>T.A.Friedet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/t.a.friedet/</link><description>Recent content in T.A.Friedet on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/t.a.friedet/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Trixie or the WG</title><link>/stories/2023/10/14/trixie-or-the-wg/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/14/trixie-or-the-wg/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-30"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The following week was also rather quiet. Trixie continued to work with Mr. Vossen on her project and it slowly took shape. She made an appointment with Mr. Bergmann for the following week, during which she wanted to explain her planning to him and hear his opinion. For Mr. Vossen, she arranged a two-week programming course to take place during her Dubai vacation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the HR department, she asked if she could get twelve days of vacation. The employee did some quick math and told her that would fit. She also said that there was a note from Director Bergmann that he had promised Trixie this leave as part of the hiring process. Trixie wondered, but when she asked Beate about it, Beate explained that she had arranged it that way at the interview.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trixie or the WG</title><link>/stories/2023/10/06/trixie-or-the-wg/</link><pubDate>Fri, 06 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/06/trixie-or-the-wg/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-22-the-gear"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 22 The Gear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Although Trixie&amp;rsquo;s back was hurting quite a bit, that was of course no excuse for not going to work the following morning, for instance. Beate had, however, smeared her back again that morning with an ointment and given her a painkiller. She had also given Trixie another tablet to take around noon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That morning, she reported to the head of the department, a Mr. Schmidt, in the design department, who was already expecting her. He introduced her to the staff of his department and finally handed her over to one of his employees, Mr. Steffen, who was to explain the first basic features to her. Trixie had already seen in the previous week how complex the systems were that were produced in this company. But now she was surprised by the fact that the individual components of these systems were each much more complex than she had expected. Devices that were added to a project in the project department with just a few mouse clicks often consisted of countless, sometimes tiny individual parts.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trixie or the WG</title><link>/stories/2023/09/30/trixie-or-the-wg/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/30/trixie-or-the-wg/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-16-natalie"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 16 Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next day brought new challenges. When she saw the breakfast set up in front of them, she couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but be amazed. Trixie made an effort to try everything at least once. The sausages and stewed tomatoes tasted very good to her, but when she was offered tippers, she went on strike.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Today I have to spend most of my time talking to my asset managers about some things,&amp;rdquo; Antje explained. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve asked Frank to drive you around London a bit and show you the main sights. I can&amp;rsquo;t say exactly how long that will take me, but when I&amp;rsquo;m done, I&amp;rsquo;ll call Frank and you can pick me up.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trixie or the WG</title><link>/stories/2023/09/23/trixie-or-the-wg/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/23/trixie-or-the-wg/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-8-at-the-gravel-works"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8 At the Gravel Works&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning they were again awakened very early by Antje. Antje told them to eat a hearty breakfast because the day was going to be quite busy. Then she gave them all simple T-shirts that barely reached their buttocks. After breakfast, they drove down to the underground garage together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Karin once again climbed into the trunk of Antje&amp;rsquo;s car after taking off her T-shirt. But Antje then suggested that Trixie keep her company there. Trixie also took off her t-shirt and tried to get into the trunk. It was extremely tight, but eventually she made it. The other three then boarded the car and they drove off. Trixie, of course, didn&amp;rsquo;t know where they were going or how long the drive would take. The air in the trunk soon became quite warm and stuffy. She finally realized that the car must have gone off the main road and something like a dirt road before. The car then stopped, but then quickly moved on and finally stopped. Trixie and Karin were relieved when it finally opened the trunk and got out. Trixie realized they were in a gravel pit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trixie or the WG</title><link>/stories/2023/09/17/trixie-or-the-wg/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/17/trixie-or-the-wg/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-getting-to-know-each-other"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Getting to know each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A week after her birthday, Trixie would finally put this nightmare behind her. A few years ago, she had fallen in love with Miroslav, a Serbian. He was constantly in need of money, and Trixie had manipulated invoices at her company, where she was responsible for data processing, and thus embezzled a lot of money. When the whole thing was discovered, Miroslav disappeared to Serbia and was never heard from again. Trixie was left to pick up the pieces. The receipt was three years in prison. She would be released next Monday, and she had no greater desire than to leave her past, and especially prison, far behind.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>