Chapter Two, In Which We Visit the Depths of Despair.
One more free day left before I have to go back to work. Weekends are a bad deal. I don't know who set that arrangement up, but we really got screwed here. In France they hardly work at all. They get tons of vacation time. In August half of Paris goes out on vacation to the country. If you have a job then you are required to have alll this vacation time. It's more than a month of vacation. And they only work 30 hours a week. Or 35. The point is that they work less than us, and at the moment I want nothing more than to live and work in France, The weekend should really be 3 days. We could accomplish so much more in our day to day lives. Imagine if you had an extra free day each week. You could take up gardening if you wanted, or learn how to dive, or whatever else you might feel like doing. With all that extra time it really is up to you. These are just dreams of course. I doubt that we will ever have 3 day weekends every week. Fortunately for me Thanksgiving is this Thursday and I know for a fact that I don't have to work then. So it is a 4 day week, just not a 3 day weekend. Hell, maybe that idea is better. That way you don't feel too lazy after a whole 3 days to yourself.
I'd like to take a road trip to San Francisco. I have been dying to do it, actually. I am not sure when, but probably sometime in the spring. My two favorite cities here in the United States have always been New York City and San Francisco. (This reminds me of the South Park episode about hybrid cars. "San Francisco isn't like any of the other cities in the U.S. It's more European, like Prague...") For a while I entertained the idea of moving there but I learned that it is very expensive and that idea promptly went out the window. I still want to make it over to NYC, though. I don't mind being poor if I can live in proximity of that 2 mile island (Manhattan). Arizona keeps me a little too docile and sane. I would rather be a little nutty. I feel that may be my destiny; to roll away into some mindtrap.
I can't wait to move my piano into my new place. I called the piano mover and left a message but he never returned my call. I am going to call a few piano shops and see who they recommend. I sit around the house sometimes with nothing to do, and I think "if only I had that damn piano..." Haven't we all thought that at some point or another?
I'd like to take a road trip to San Francisco. I have been dying to do it, actually. I am not sure when, but probably sometime in the spring. My two favorite cities here in the United States have always been New York City and San Francisco. (This reminds me of the South Park episode about hybrid cars. "San Francisco isn't like any of the other cities in the U.S. It's more European, like Prague...") For a while I entertained the idea of moving there but I learned that it is very expensive and that idea promptly went out the window. I still want to make it over to NYC, though. I don't mind being poor if I can live in proximity of that 2 mile island (Manhattan). Arizona keeps me a little too docile and sane. I would rather be a little nutty. I feel that may be my destiny; to roll away into some mindtrap.
I can't wait to move my piano into my new place. I called the piano mover and left a message but he never returned my call. I am going to call a few piano shops and see who they recommend. I sit around the house sometimes with nothing to do, and I think "if only I had that damn piano..." Haven't we all thought that at some point or another?