Prezelcam

It's the same thing every morning: On my way to work, I go to the bakery and buy four or five prezels for my coworkers and me. They pay me, of course, I'm not that generous. Anyway, they have increased the price from 50 to 60 cents apiece. Things like that happen all the time, and personally, I think it's not even worth mentioning. I only do because how the saleslady looked at me. I believe she was expecting to be shouted at. She probably spent most of her morning being shouted at. Now, that's strange, isn't it? How can people expect to be paid more, while at the same time the prices stay the same? It's called inflation, guys, and it's happening all the time. Always was. Always will. Get over it.

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This is the year 2007, which means that it's about time my parents got a web cam. Sascha had a spare, so I traded it for a WLAN router that I can't take with me, anyway. At the moment it's attached to the monitor at my office and pretty useless, but next weekend, I'll attach it to my parent's computer. Exciting!