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Squeek ! Brrr ! *shivers*
It's fucking freezing today in Paris. Well, I know, I am of the fragile nature kind, but its still freezing ! Especially when you're awaiting a fucking second bus, after the first suddenly decide right in the middle of Paris that no, it won't go to the terminus (where I was going), better letting you wait in the cold for the following bus -- hoping it won't have the same kind of sudden behavior -- for ten fuckingly freezing long minutes ! Yeah, I'm abusing (?) of the italics, but it's good for my hibernating karma.
I've had a very bad day, because of the cold and many other things. I've, in fact, had a very bad week.
I'm currently living by a friend of my mum in Paris ; it's been two months, and didn't annoy her to death by my presence, for she's working nearly all the week in another town. But maybe it's the matter : I don't entertained her by my presence. Let's just say that she's an electric battery working 24/24 with no off-button, and that, in her company, I'm more silent than a grave. I don't know what's the matter, but I can't find things to share with her, we have so little in common that I don't succeed in entertaining myself in her presence. As far as I'm concerned, Conversations are short, only working on the essential, believe me. Maybe it's that. Because as far as she's concerned... When she's not telling me about her (I admit it) horrible life (she's a magnet for problems. Guys problems above all. She's a 57 with 15-year-old-issues. Scaring), she's trying to do my mother's job (without the subtlety of my beloved little mum). Making little perfid remarks about my incapacities in life : I'm 24, and she's treating me like I am an handicapped of life. She criticizes everything I do : I don't find a flat, I'm not trying enough (oh please, it's Paris ! You don't find a correct flat just like that. If I were listening to her, I should accept to live in a rabbit cage with WC and shower in the corridor. Eh ! I'm not doing tourism, i'm going to live here. I don't want to have, during a year or more, to wander half-naked in the corridor to have a shower. Waiting for my neighbor to finish his! Brrrr!), I have found a "stage" (I have no idea how to say that in english : it's a little job, generally not -- ie never -- payed, in a company that gave you the possibility to discover a job. It's very common in France, it's official exploitation and in the french publishing industry, where I'm going to work, it's so normal that nearly 1/3 employees of publishing houses are doing a "stage"), so I found a "stage" in a very catholic publishing house, not that i'm really enjoying it, but, well, you don't really have the possibility to choose..., and she remarked (obviously the better placed to criticize for she has never worked in the publishing industry) that a little job in catholic publishing house is not really going to help me find a more important job, and bla bla bla... Knowing that the house is a former, not so old, satellite of a great house, I'm not so sure of that... but well, she's adult, her, she knows. Save me from the adults.
All this to say that, suddenly, she announced Monday evening to my mother (not even the courage to talk directly to me) that I should definitively be leaving her flat tomorrow ! Argh ! With all my baggages ?! And she knows, the vicious, that I still don't have a flat ! So the last three days passed moving my things to the flat of a good-hearted friend living... right in the opposite of Paris. I'm crossing the entire capital several times a day with big bags on my back and very little helpful people on my way. Hell on earth. You think parisians have bad manners ? Fake. They are just totally indifferent.
It had it's epic moments. Like when I move a bag full of something like 20-25 books. He doesn't seem such a big deal for who never move bookcase... The bag was so heavy I have to stop every three steps, keeping in mind that if ever the bag breaks... 20 books lost! I didn't have any other bag to put them in, nor, er, the capacity to take them all in my little arms, while holding two other bags. Literature is really a heavy burden for the booklover...
And today there was that stupid bus problem.
Really, I'm not in a good mood. A little fanfic would do my day : a DV14 right now would be good, no ? Dreams...
It's fucking freezing today in Paris. Well, I know, I am of the fragile nature kind, but its still freezing ! Especially when you're awaiting a fucking second bus, after the first suddenly decide right in the middle of Paris that no, it won't go to the terminus (where I was going), better letting you wait in the cold for the following bus -- hoping it won't have the same kind of sudden behavior -- for ten fuckingly freezing long minutes ! Yeah, I'm abusing (?) of the italics, but it's good for my hibernating karma.
I've had a very bad day, because of the cold and many other things. I've, in fact, had a very bad week.
I'm currently living by a friend of my mum in Paris ; it's been two months, and didn't annoy her to death by my presence, for she's working nearly all the week in another town. But maybe it's the matter : I don't entertained her by my presence. Let's just say that she's an electric battery working 24/24 with no off-button, and that, in her company, I'm more silent than a grave. I don't know what's the matter, but I can't find things to share with her, we have so little in common that I don't succeed in entertaining myself in her presence. As far as I'm concerned, Conversations are short, only working on the essential, believe me. Maybe it's that. Because as far as she's concerned... When she's not telling me about her (I admit it) horrible life (she's a magnet for problems. Guys problems above all. She's a 57 with 15-year-old-issues. Scaring), she's trying to do my mother's job (without the subtlety of my beloved little mum). Making little perfid remarks about my incapacities in life : I'm 24, and she's treating me like I am an handicapped of life. She criticizes everything I do : I don't find a flat, I'm not trying enough (oh please, it's Paris ! You don't find a correct flat just like that. If I were listening to her, I should accept to live in a rabbit cage with WC and shower in the corridor. Eh ! I'm not doing tourism, i'm going to live here. I don't want to have, during a year or more, to wander half-naked in the corridor to have a shower. Waiting for my neighbor to finish his! Brrrr!), I have found a "stage" (I have no idea how to say that in english : it's a little job, generally not -- ie never -- payed, in a company that gave you the possibility to discover a job. It's very common in France, it's official exploitation and in the french publishing industry, where I'm going to work, it's so normal that nearly 1/3 employees of publishing houses are doing a "stage"), so I found a "stage" in a very catholic publishing house, not that i'm really enjoying it, but, well, you don't really have the possibility to choose..., and she remarked (obviously the better placed to criticize for she has never worked in the publishing industry) that a little job in catholic publishing house is not really going to help me find a more important job, and bla bla bla... Knowing that the house is a former, not so old, satellite of a great house, I'm not so sure of that... but well, she's adult, her, she knows. Save me from the adults.
All this to say that, suddenly, she announced Monday evening to my mother (not even the courage to talk directly to me) that I should definitively be leaving her flat tomorrow ! Argh ! With all my baggages ?! And she knows, the vicious, that I still don't have a flat ! So the last three days passed moving my things to the flat of a good-hearted friend living... right in the opposite of Paris. I'm crossing the entire capital several times a day with big bags on my back and very little helpful people on my way. Hell on earth. You think parisians have bad manners ? Fake. They are just totally indifferent.
It had it's epic moments. Like when I move a bag full of something like 20-25 books. He doesn't seem such a big deal for who never move bookcase... The bag was so heavy I have to stop every three steps, keeping in mind that if ever the bag breaks... 20 books lost! I didn't have any other bag to put them in, nor, er, the capacity to take them all in my little arms, while holding two other bags. Literature is really a heavy burden for the booklover...
And today there was that stupid bus problem.
Really, I'm not in a good mood. A little fanfic would do my day : a DV14 right now would be good, no ? Dreams...
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Date: 2003-12-23 04:21 pm (UTC)From:Cheers !
I hope your present week is more funny ;-)
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Date: 2003-12-23 05:08 pm (UTC)From:The present week can only be better, but, well, I'm a rather pessimistic girl (and hate family meetings, especially when my family is concerned !), so I think my Christmas will be hell on earth. But thanks still !