April 7, 2011
I have spent the last two hours of my evening filling out employment paperwork. The company for which I’ve been contracting for the last year is finally pulling the trigger and making me an honest woman. I’m becoming a regular ol’ employee with benefits and everything. This is a good thing…a very good thing.
April 7, 2011
They opened Saturday. We’ve already been three times. Sunday we went twice.
April 5, 2011
April 2, 2011
Going on 24 hours awake. My checked bag did not make the last flight.
Grrrrrrrrr.
M, having had this happen to him multiple times, and being a man who does not require make-up, lotions or potions to function, is not feeling my pain.
April 2, 2011
I’m in Atlanta. So, not home yet but home in the country sense. Home in the “hey” sense as opposed to “bonjour.” Thanks instead of merci. I love France, but I love America more.
I lost my passport in the Bordeaux airport (and then found it, obviously), and I nearly killed a Chinese man whose sheer travel ineptitude caused my brand new MacBook to crash to the ground off the security conveyer belt in Paris. Still steaming about that one. Also trying to figure out why I had to go through security three times today, having never left the secured area in any airport.
So, yeah, I’m really ready to be home. This last flight will be considerably shorter than the Paris-Atlanta route, during which I watched three full-length movies, read a bit, napped a bit, and waited for 20 minutes to use the lavatory. My goal in the lav is to get in and out of those things as quickly as possible. What do people DO in there?!
I return triumphant, though. I had escargot. I ate snails, and I liked ’em. Hard not to like something drowned in garlic and butter, though.
March 30, 2011
Oh, the French. The French!
March 29, 2011
My adorable little room looks out to an ancient building.
Arrived just fine, along with my luggage. Charles DeGaulle airport is spectacular. Managed to get a bit of sleep between Atlanta and Paris, then more on the way to Bordeaux. My cab driver picked me and another employee up in a BMW. Downtown Libourne is quaint, what little I’ve seen of it. Boss is picking me up shortly for a factory tour. And hopefully some food – I just realized I’m starving! Breakfast was meager, and about seven hours ago on the plane.
It’s about 2:30 pm here. I just talked to Zozo, who is on her way to school for the day. I keep seeing small children, and it makes my heart break to miss her so. I’ve never been so far away from her; I have to just not think about it or I’ll start tearing up.
I’ve showered and changed, and feel like a new person. Must go – shouldn’t keep the boss waiting!
March 28, 2011
Sitting in a huge, cushy seat on a giant airplane. Got my pillow, a blankie, my iPhone, my Kindle, a wallet full of Euros, and M’s Bose noise-canceling earphones. And considerably less stress. Am finally beginning to enjoy this.
More from the other side of the pond, when I get a chance. I hit the ground running over there, so who knows when I’ll have a chance to check in.
Au revoir!
March 28, 2011
Out of boredom, I was looking through the pictures on my phone. I recently taught Zoe how to make self-portraits. Turns out she now has creative license to make selfies whenever she wants. I had no idea she did this (or four others in this series). We were at Carl’s, waiting for stools to open up so we could have lunch this weekend. Totally cracked me up, and is just what I needed right now.
March 28, 2011
I usually don’t read too much into things, but sitting at my gate this morning, waiting for my flight, this was my view. Uh oh.
So far:
Flight delayed.
Got here early to sit on a concall from hell. That it turns out I wasn’t really needed for.
Restaurant forgot to put the chicken on my salad, and I didn’t notice until I was finished eating. (Free salad!)
Realized that while I remembered my nighty-night pills, I packed them in my checked bag. Lotta good they’ll do me there! (My company has now grossly overpaid for a small pack of Tylenol PM, but I figure we’re square as I saved them an $11 salad.)
Well, the good news is my plane just arrived, and I have a new bag of peanut m&m’s in my purse. Yay!
Next stop: Atlanta.