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*sigh* i'm quite sick of adult responsibilities. i bought my first airline ticket EVER today, to go to Paris. does anyone know any people who live in Paris??? i'm dreading going because i dont know anyone, and i'll have to wander around all alone on the weekends. any tips on what i should do? huh sweetchastity??? i know you used to live in France, dont hold out on me!!!
i'm so bored with ATLANTA. there's nothing to do hear but go shopping and go to a fucking restaurant. it must be time for another yurting trip. i need a break away. i'm looking forward to going to France, but i'm not looking forward to the pressure and to working my butt off for two weeks straight. when i met with the execs last time i was there, i sat at the meeting with them like, "this is a real fuckin' corporation!!!" i've never been the corporate type. now i dream about the sweet simplicity that comes with working in a clothing boutique. i've never worked retail before so i can only envision it thru "rose-colored glasses". you know all those fancy expensive cell phones with the huge screens and mini-keyboards you can check your email from? guess who they make them for? these people. we stood around with them all squinting into their phone/PDAs trying to coordinate what time later that day was the best time to meet. HELLO!!! as much time as it took to coordinate our next meeting, we should have just HAD the damn meeting. i mentioned that jokingly and no one seemed amused.
as much as i hated the first hotel i was in, i liked the location better because it seemed close to a residential area. and it seemed like i could just WALK to Notre Dame and the Louvre. i was too sick to go to the supermarket, flower shops, boutiques, museums, etc but it was nice to know they were just outside my building. what makes me chuckle about getting so terribly sick on my last trip is now it does without saying they have to put me up in a nice room or my body will break down. my bourgie gene (inherited from my father's fam) has kicked in-- i cant handle a slummy hostel room like i could in college. now i have to stay at the convention center/hotel on the northern part of the Champs-Elysees. i'm praying there is a metro station right there in the hotel to save me the trouble of dying while attempting to cross the circular road thingy.
i'm so bored with ATLANTA. there's nothing to do hear but go shopping and go to a fucking restaurant. it must be time for another yurting trip. i need a break away. i'm looking forward to going to France, but i'm not looking forward to the pressure and to working my butt off for two weeks straight. when i met with the execs last time i was there, i sat at the meeting with them like, "this is a real fuckin' corporation!!!" i've never been the corporate type. now i dream about the sweet simplicity that comes with working in a clothing boutique. i've never worked retail before so i can only envision it thru "rose-colored glasses". you know all those fancy expensive cell phones with the huge screens and mini-keyboards you can check your email from? guess who they make them for? these people. we stood around with them all squinting into their phone/PDAs trying to coordinate what time later that day was the best time to meet. HELLO!!! as much time as it took to coordinate our next meeting, we should have just HAD the damn meeting. i mentioned that jokingly and no one seemed amused.
as much as i hated the first hotel i was in, i liked the location better because it seemed close to a residential area. and it seemed like i could just WALK to Notre Dame and the Louvre. i was too sick to go to the supermarket, flower shops, boutiques, museums, etc but it was nice to know they were just outside my building. what makes me chuckle about getting so terribly sick on my last trip is now it does without saying they have to put me up in a nice room or my body will break down. my bourgie gene (inherited from my father's fam) has kicked in-- i cant handle a slummy hostel room like i could in college. now i have to stay at the convention center/hotel on the northern part of the Champs-Elysees. i'm praying there is a metro station right there in the hotel to save me the trouble of dying while attempting to cross the circular road thingy.