Tewerkstellingsvergunning (work permit) — but not really...

Autumn 2004, Nijmegen —

I went out to see Jan. I'd thought I was invited for dinner, but no. His friend was going to come over, an Irish fellow; but he didn't make it.

Wil, Jan's vriendin, came over. I didn't know if I should stand or sit. Manners. I argued with Arend today. What are we going to do with the tewerkstellingsvergunning — the work permit? Nothing. I'd gotten to work just before 2:00. A packet from CWI was there on the fridge. I looked in. Yep. It was there. I went to the basement restroom to change my clothes. I sat and cried a bit.

Arend showed the document to me — but said that we were not going to use it. What are we going to do? Nothing.

He mentioned those burned pizzas, the ones I should have nixed, the ones Jan made and Jantien passed.

I was angry for a while, but later understood better.