I’m a German Citizen in 1933, and Is It Just Me or Is It Really Hard to Get Any Work Done Right Now?
Guten tag. I’m just wondering if anybody else can relate to this feeling I’ve been having that I just can’t shake. It’s only Tuesday, but what a week, huh? Just when we thought yesterday was another regular Monday, the Reichstag burned down, and it sounds like Chancellor Hitler is going to permanently suspend more of our rights. Crazy, right? Never thought that would happen here. My real problem, though, is that it’s my job to finish tuning this glockenspiel in time for the big concert tomorrow, and I just can’t seem to focus.
It’s only been a day since the fire, but it feels much longer. They said the communists are planning a violent uprising, so we need the Reichstag Fire Decree. Apparently, it’s going to suspend the right to assembly, freedom of speech, freedom of the press, and other important-sounding stuff in our German constitution.
Should we do something? It feels like we should do something. Hopefully, I’ll feel more like I can dedicate the brain space to that just as soon as I finish my work, which is tuning this glockenspiel.
I haven’t had the chance to read this decree yet, because I’m forcing myself to get at least one piece of this glockenspiel to sound right in the next hour. Honestly, though, it has been such. A. Slog. Is something wrong with me, or does anybody else feel like they’ve been moving through molasses since yesterday?
They can’t do that, can they, all this stuff they’ve been doing since the fire? Surely, we have emergency brakes to stop these kinds of things. Someone will intervene. I would look into who that is supposed to be exactly, but this glockenspiel isn’t going to tune itself.
If you’ve been able to get stuff done in the last twenty-four hours, I’d love your tips, because this inability to stay on task is really stressing me out. My friends keep saying that I just need to do more of die selbstpflege, or “self-care” as they say in America. Bingeing Wagner on the radio hasn’t distracted me as much as it used to, especially with all the pro–Chancellor Hitler undertones. I’ve been trying out mindfulness lately, but that hasn’t helped. I even went outside just to feel the wind in my hair, but something about the vibe is just off. I’m trying to focus on what I can control—the only constant is change.
Honestly, this is an especially annoying time for all this bad news, because I’m trying not to drink this month. If the chancellor could stop being bonkers until I can have beer again, that would be great.
Work at the shop is even harder than usual because I used to be able to blow off steam with my friends about the news and the latest wild, unprecedented thing the chancellor said, but I think everyone’s sick of talking about it. I mean, how much of our time are we really supposed to dedicate to politics? Is it even healthy? At a certain point, I’ve just been tuning it out. Tuning is what I do, after all, haha. On top of it all, I have to figure out what I’m doing for my birthday this month. I can drink for that, right?
My boss has no sympathy for me either. In fact, Karl won’t let us talk about the news at the shop anymore. He keeps saying that he feels discriminated against in our workplace because he loves the chancellor, and it’s like, what do you want from us, man? Your guy is winning, everyone has his haircut. I mean, come on, Karl. I’m just trying to do my job, which is tuning this glockenspiel, and not say anything—even when he insists that the chancellor promised to make the economy strong again.
All right, I’ll make a deal with myself—I can think about the Reichstag and all the fallout as much as I want for the next five minutes, and then I’ll get right back to crushing this glockenspiel.
Whatever helps us stay productive is what really matters right now. There’s still plenty of time left for 1933 to be our year. Politics will come and go, but I’m sure when I look back on this period, what I’ll remember most will be the work that I completed on schedule.