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Me: Hi, my name's Christian.
He: Who?
I: Christian Pfitzer.
He: Oh, the football idiot.
Me: I'm not a football idiot, I've told you about that.
He: You just disturbing.
Me: I just wanted to say that I work now anyway.
He: Good for you, then good luck.
Me: Thank you, when will I do?
He: Where?
Me: Well, to work.
He: Since you have already ask your boss.
Me: But you're my boss?
He: Of course not. Such unreliable employees can not use me.
Me: I beg you. I'm soon to Hartz IV, you know what that means?
He: Yes.
Me: This is a disaster. And if the VAT is raised on pet food, I can afford to eat at all soon.
He: Pfff. Since I could at most turn a docu-soap about it.
I: Then you make this at least a little money.
He: You must still eh again pull the trigger on to the consortium.
Me: Yes?
He: Yes. Usually we tell the our performers do not, otherwise you would not even put in all the public as to the show. But I say to you `s right, do me that is on my nerves.
I: And if I give you a neighborhood dispute with a bona fide Mietnomade to deliver?
He: Then we could place it in the additional lunch magazine, but not change the fact that you will see any money.
I: Mr. Liensen, make me but a please. I think even the camera if need be.
He: Hm, you know what, I'm considering. I've still got your data. I'm writing. Goodbye.