So, you park your bike at the station from where you take a train to a job inverview (which was more like a small training and signing of the contract; I'm a parttime mail delivery gal now) and when you return, after having told the interviewer that you have a good bike with good big bags, your bike is missing....

Instead of panicking, which I used to do not so long ago, I decide to take a good look around and notice how 'neat' the whole parkinglot actually is. This might have been a clean-up action by the municipality. So I call the number that's on the "bike missing, call xxxxx" signs, get redirected and finally get a man on the phone who can confirm that my bike is in the depot. After lunch Matthijs drove me there on his bike and I had to pay a €15,- fee to get my bike back. Lesson learned: even 10 cm away from the actual iron bike-standard-thingy is 'outside of the parking facilities' and gets your bike taken hostage.

Fortunately I was in a good mood (got a tiny job, weather was nice) and I didn't think too much about those €15,- gone to waste. But it was a bit ironic, don't you think?