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Sep. 18th, 2020 07:12 pm
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After spending 18 days under the new "masks everywhere" regulations, countless hours on trains, and insufferable pain in the ears (when of course they're not snapping off like a wardrobe malfunction), I've decided to buy some decent masks.


Considering that they're not going anywhere anytime soon, figure might as well torment myself more than necessary.


I got two sets in total 14 (˜2 per day for 7 days) of at least ones that follow the AFNOR guidance, and at a price that now make them quite literally the best clothes I own.


The first set from Le Slip Français, because Google told me to and I have no will power to battle BigData today.


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The second set from Eminence, since they're recommended on a Made in France website (shop local and all that) plus the style looks alright in comparison to some of the other ones available on the market.


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This is about the most intensive shopping I've done in a long time, my style is quite literally summed up as first thing seen in Primark.  But here we are, 2020 making us do shit we never did before.

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Since I don't have an automatic way to crosspost from my Logarion Archive, I present to you this copy and paste job from lj.gl/a-billion-stairs-climbed.html


I've spent this weekend down in the south of France knocking around the area just south of Toulouse, visiting a friend in Pamiers.


Yesterday we went out to Foix, which is a considerably larger small town in the area :D


I might consider updating this post with some descriptions, but because I'm lazy, here are some photos (full album here):


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Outside La Rochelle



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All the photos from the trip can be found here.



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On my road trip series, I have taken the opportunity to bring out the driving licence and get behind the left hand wheel, and explore the France.


It started with an accidental trip down to Orléans, thanks to a missing recharge card for the Nissan LEAF I rented, and has begun to form an actual plan to see how far and what we can reasonably see in an Electric car. Mainly because the rental price is a lot cheaper, but you know, reasons or something.


This time around we went for Compiègne, 77km away from Paris and frought with a series of speed traps, that even Satan himself might feel are a bit unfair*.


The area is quite nice, small little town vibe and of course Jeanne D'Arc was there too, because she seems to have gone everywhere.


Our plan was to walk around, see somethings and have a picnic in the large forest behind the Palais de Compiègne, the weather was kind of OK, somewhat opressive humidity but in the end it cleared for the sun. Considering the outlook from Météo France was full on monsoon, I think it certainly could have been worse.


During our pre picnic walkaround, because our two hours of free parking** was going to expire and there was no way in hell I'd miss out on free parking by paying for it, we saw some of the google recommendations of what to do in this tiny place. Spoiler : not a lot.


After the car was paid up and we went off to the palais, it was a very beautiful experience, sure could have got a nice park in Paris, but it was just a bit different. And the guys, well we played Uno and they enjoyed all the

they could.

Yeah I got busted in an area that was totally not sign posted.

It turns out that since there were no police municipale in the area, everywhere was free parking for the day. So in the end, we were the only idiots to pay. 

Also in case you missed the reference, here it is https://youtu.be/a1Q_E3jEVEQ.

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but then I forgot, so I wrote this to justify staring at the screen since forever.







Orléans



But while we're all here, have a look at the photos from the Jeanne d'Arc festival in Orléans that we came across by chance.

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Creepy Google Photos has been sending me notifications of panoramas, stalkerish videos and the occasional album of geolocated pics.

As iCreepy as this is, it took the time to remind me that I’ve been in France for four years now.  My official move date was in November but my first round of coming over and finding jobs was May 2013.

Since then I managed to get good at the administration game and the delicate dance that is finding a propriétaire who likes you so much they overlook holes in your dossier.

It’s a strange place this country, but I’m going to have to up my game next year when I apply for permanent residency.

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Now commences the great escape to Nice on the idTGV (basically the front carriages of your average TGV), a rather cheap excursion  for a mere 24 hours that coincides with my time of the birth.

This being the first time since I have been in France that I have took a TGV anywhere, it’s a rather interesting experience and by that I mean, slightly more classy than your average RER C but just as late and over half the cost of a NaviGo for one way.

I also booked an AirBNB in the middle of Nice, close to the veille ville to look at Nice (see what I did there) things and take selfies.  Hopefully this will be the start of taking short little excursions across France, because while Le Penis is still not yet voted in and all immigrants such as my over employed ass are booted out.  Choisir La France as she says.

« I think it is a first class compulsory light » -Claire

Currently we are struggling (myself and Claire) to select hashtags for her instagram, trying to pull from the wealth of knowledge of Kim Kardashian were are trying to determine which hashtag one would use after #1erclasse.

We are those anglophones on this train.

One of the benefits of taking this line is that there are wannabe models all over the place, one of them has a small dogs that I’m fairly sure is a well coiffured rat.  The magic of Paris comes to the south.

Seeing as I have pretty much no functional réseau I may as well post this now.  No doubt I will write a bit more, seeing as there is another 5 hours to go.

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My new neighbour is nuts, not the kind of normal nuts, I mean completely bat shit crazy.

Like I get it living in Paris in enclosed spaces with limited sound proofing can be annoying, but she is the most annoying of them all.  Yet acts like she’s a victim.

Her and her ex boyfriend used to scream at each other in to the night and when he left, she just continued screaming at his messagerie for as long as possible.  I’d like to think he dodged a bullet, but he cray too, so non.

She is always storming in at every hour with her phone pressed to her head at the loudest volume possible, usually screaming about something, thankfully she likes to hit the grass after she gets home to shut her self the fuck up calm down.  But unlike most people, she refuses to open a window, so the whole place smells like an old bong all the time.

Did I ever mention that my landlady is a judge?  Probably not, but you think if you’re going to do something that is technically illegal, you should not do it in a smell away from the law.

I once had to avoid her in the shower because she decided to scream at the door because I was being « loud », she was also upset I spat in the toilet while I was peeing (that’s what toilets are for).  She also loves to go in the toilet to flush it while I’m in the shower, at this point my revenge is already planned for that.

I’ve lived her for two years now and quite frankly she’s upset the balance of the floor to the point I hope she gets herself arrested for something.  Probably smashing a wine bottle in an old woman’s face for being old in her presence.

In short, she is the textbook definition of pétasse and not in the good way either.

To you horrible neighbour, I salut you, sale pétasse.

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Paris a l’air si beau sous un nuage de mort toxique. 💀
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Today was uneventful, wake up, work, fill in a quiz and win a tablet.

After switching over properly to an Android device, I now have a fancy new tablet to go with my ever knowing Google account.

Spent a bit of time earlier downloading useful blogging apps so I can do this blog thing.  Seeing as I genuinely own a blog and a LiveJournal it should be something I perhaps try and do more often.

I’ve said thay before, but now I’ve got battery power 🔋 to last for days.

My tablet brings all the boys to the yard 💂
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Because it’s the festive time of year when zombie Jésus wasn’t quite a zombie just yet, I figured it would be probably an ok time to write at least something.

Since my last post when my iPhone went to iHell and got me iPhucked, I located a decent replacement. Not quite a name brand, but it’s androïde and it works.

Madame Méchante is bizarrely in heat again and I have a Sapin de Noël 🎄 .  One could say I feel #blessed.

I’ve not got a lot (if any) personal time any more, so I’m finding it hard to write anything or work on projects.

Because I’m brewing something better later, here is a photo of a protest (police en colère) I walked past earlier, because France.

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Yesterday was the techno parade in Paris, here are some photos.

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Finally an update out of my new Montparnasse HQ, after all that has gone on in the past year this it’s strange to think that two years ago from yesterday I started the move to Paris.

Having officially lived here for a year and six months (a year and seven months if you include when I was staying here for the month of may 2013), it’s been a bizarre experience.  My french has improved and declined and improved again, I’ve lived on each end of the city and some, had the pleasure of battling the french paperwork system, encounters with the ever so helpful Police Nationale, the billion and one things needed to rent an appartement and the hilarity of the french medical system (hope you don’t need to stay monsieur, it will cost 1.300€ a night! and my personal favourite so why are you here? the doctor asked as blood flowed down my face).  But you know what?  I would not have it any other way.

There have certainly been highs and lows, but all I need to do is step out of my front door to realise what I have here.

Having had the opportunity to grow up in one country, live in another and finally settle down here in France I can’t really say my life hasn’t been interesting; once it comes time to end my life long adventure on this great spinning ball in the deep void of space (because both impôts and death are a certainty, unless you have a good accountant then it’s only the latter).

On this time of reflection (my birthday) I take the moment to sit back and accept the previous year and the achievement of some how making it out alive from my early to teenage years with only moderate neurosis.  And let’s be honest, no self identified adult is entirely sure how they made it past eighteen.

It’s also bizarre to think that I’ve had my ongoing project for nineteen years, which is the same amount of time I lived on the otherside of this planet in Canada.  With the second being learning life the hard way in the UK for twelve years after that.

Being thirty-two (and seemingly being seen as twenty-five by my french counterparts – how I love you so France) is an awkward experience, social norms tell me I should have some kind of luxurious appartement, have a few small humans running around and be married to my boyfriend/husband (come on, I can’t fulfill all your wants society) of 17 who I met in high school.  Has that all happened, no not really, do I care?  Not all all, because I’M IN PARIS SUCKAS AND IT’S MAH BERFDAY YO.

The moral of this story, I end up writing a jumbled mess of thoughts on to a journal that has been active for fifteen years and post images of hot dudes for no relevant reason.  Take that internets!

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I am currently waiting for some people to be all like, finished work.  So obvs I have to update the LiveJournal.  It seems appropriate and all that.

As we all know the month of Décembre has commenced and that whole "Noël" business is under way, streets are lined with happy people and tacky lighting.  WHAT HAVE I GOT MYSELF IN TO?

Life is still a little bit complicated, but I have come to accept this and thankfully my body's reaction of "HAY IT'S ADRENALINE TIME" has eased off (or I've just built up a massive tolerance and I'm off my tits on Adrenaline right now but just don't feel the bite).  This is good I guess, but I've gained a little bit of weight and a lot of body image complex.  Time to Pro Ana and make a Thinspiration wall, then move to eating only steam.  It's the way forward.

I've been moved around job wise, I've also quit and un-quit while considering quitting, en effet I need to sort out that whole "fully using my skills and making financial gains" thing.  It's pretty complicated as I said.  Equally as complicated is my train wreck of a love life, but I think I'm making some progress in that aspect of my life.  Whether I am or not is up to debate (and time) but I gleefully hope something will give.

Other than the above, I can't think of anything else to write.  So voilà bitches.

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I've been gleefully looking back at my posts from the past few months and noticed how sporratic they have been.  Dear LiveJournal, I have not fell out of love with you, I've just been busy and such like.

I guess I better blog about something or I can't call myself a Blogger any more.  And quite frankly, my shallow ego couldn't take that kind of brusing.

What's been up in my life as an old hat Parisien type?  Well so much of course, this is Paris after all!  For those of you that can see it, I made a post not too long ago about somethings that have been occuring, they hadn't been getting any better either.  Somewhat filled with anxiety and according to the paperwork stress visable.

Obviously I need to find a way out of this situation and of course this is where my borderline annoying LiveJournalling comes back in to fashion, much like a sleezy T Shirt you don't have the mental ability to set fire to (even though by fashion standards, you probably should).  So fuck you Jean-Paul Gautier, I'm wearing this mother fucker in the daylight.

I will write something on the downlow at some point, as I should probably capture this time in the blog that followed me grow up from back in the 2000s; as to be able to look on it fondly, like a smell in a elevator, perhaps of the fart variety.

But with the negatives come positives, as the universe is so well at dishing salty water upon a wound as it buys you a round of cocktails in some upscale hotel.  And the biggest positive of them all, happens to be feelings of the pleasant variety.

I met somebody, in a bar no less, we had a chat and exchanged numbers as is the custom in western society now days.  But where this lead I almost half expected.  We volleyed text messages for a couple hours and I received a message with an invite chez lui.  We performed the ritual of conversation by way of lip based contact, things happened of course, as nature will attest to.

But during this time we talked, spent all night together, did some more nature based things and conversed until the point that could not be stopped.  Namely the Eurostar timetable.  He had to go back to Londres.

But we seemed to have left a mark on eachother, as we're pretty much talking daily now, through the magical method of text based communications.  With these things you can never fully tell, but I'm beginning to believe perhaps some kind of emotional connection is occuring.  Yes my readers from long and a far, it appears I may have these 'feels' your cat memes express so eloquently.

Only time can really tell if this is what it is, but he's back in Paris in September and arranged a hotel of the elegant variety as to spent quite literally all day and night in.  I'm not going to lie when I say this place better have room service, but if I can't get an overpriced sandwich in my underwear, I will be absolutely livid.  #middleclassproblems

I may or may not be reading in to this correctly, but this isn't the kind of thing you sort out for some two bit booty call.  And god knows I'm of that variety.  And you know what, if it is as it seems, it gives me that kind of fuzzy feeling you get when you hit your toe on a table in the dark, then proceed to smash that table around because, GOD DAMN IT WHY ARE YOU BEING A DICK INANIMATE OBJECT?!?!?

This is how life rolls you see good and bad feels at once, my stress level is not that sure how much life shortening stress hormone it should be pumping me full of.  And you know what, at the moment I'm pretty cool with that.

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People are all like "hey how's Paris?" and by people I mean pretty much nobody.  For that reason I'm just going to tell you whether you like it or not.

I've been here now for two months and does the time fly when you're working nights.  Like today for example I didn't wake up until 20h, this is the equivalent to waking up at 11h on a weekend for most normal people.  It's also a massive headache when you need to do laundry and your building restricts the times you can use your washing machine.

Most people think this is archaic, but it's standard practice in every building I've been to in Paris.  Therefore I accept this as a social norm and the funky three day old underwear I am wearing right now.  Because I just can't wash fuck all when I walk in at 3h.

The job is going well, still moving upwards two months in and I can't complain (other than not seeing daylight for two months and having to pull a 28 hour day to be able to use my time on my day off).  I've had good things happen and moderately annoying things but all in all it's well rounded enough to avoid the Pôle Emploi.

I've also had no end of bank drama, how anybody has the time or patience to open a bank account around here is beyond me.  They ask for what seems to be innocent enough things like an EDF bill, landline bill and proof of occupancy such as an attestation d'hébergement.  But what they forget to tell you is EDF tends to bill YEARLY and therefore 90% of EDF bills are absolutely useless not being issued in the last three months and if the fixed line bill doesn't have enough information on it or usage, then they're not interested and you're back to digging the deep pile of paperwork you have collected during your stay in la république française.

I got past that problem (eventually), but I didn't notice they put my name on the address.  Normally this is not a problem, but here, if you're name isn't on the mailbox, you're not getting mail.  They dropped of the "chez..." part of the address which means I get my post via another person who is listed on the mailbox.  How quaint.

Once I discovered this I made the change and asked for my codes to be resent, which they did nicely.  But they forgot to inform me it takes the bank a couple days to actually change the address (although this is done there and then on the system).  My codes came and were sent right back by La Poste as my name wasn't on the mailbox.

I went in yesterday and to my amazement I received what could only be called an apology by the bank, it didn't include the word désolé, but it was close enough by French banking terms.  Now I've got to add another week to the three I've been waiting to be able to use my Carte Bleue.

However, with a mere sight of fore planning I asked for a cheque book.  In France as bouncing a cheque can get you in to actual legal issues with that in mind, you can understand why people can use cheques pretty much anywhere.  Cheques are in fact the only free method of payment here, considering you have to pay for your bank card, transfers, etc.

It's even more handy to have as my card only has a 500€ spend limit a week and a 400€ withdrawal limit.  Gone are the days when that was my daily allowance.  The bank have let me know I can increase these later, but only around the 6 month mark they'll consider looking at it.

After the pickpocket incident I can assure you this, the Police Nationale are about as helpful as a kick to the teeth, which again by the standards around me would seem overly helpful (because why do you need so many teeth?).

It might sound like I am writing this infuriated at the system and near breaking point (I've not even gone to the préfecture de police for my permis de conduiture yet or the marie for my carte de séjour) but it's just a bit of adjustment that need to take place.  Nowhere is ever the same as the place before it and with the French bureaucratic system each person will give you a different list of things and level of assistance than the one previous.

But for today I will try and go up to Porte Dorée or anything to get out of the house.  Until then I'm wating for Franprix to open, which can be any time from their advertised 8h30 to midi.

Paris...

Oct. 29th, 2013 05:49 pm
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Those in the know will know that I've spent some time in the French capital over the past few weeks and some will soon know the reasons why.  But for now have some photos (best of - full album here).
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I am just watching the rugby match before I head out to work again, after starting earlier today at 530 and finishing at 915.

I'm starting again at 5pm until close, it's not too bad as I managed to get a bit of sleep this afternoon.

Everything seems to be going well at the second job, I've been approached this morning by the store manager to see if I would be interested in moving up to managing weekend shifts.

It's a bit more responsibility as I would be opening up and doing more higher level tasks. And I definitely like the sound of that, so this is something to look forward to.

I've also got my Paris trip to look forward to in May, holiday time booked off and accommodation to finalise at the end of this month.

I also need to book transport, so SleezyJet it may be! I'm also in Paris for Eurovision so I shall see if there is some kind of Eurovision party I can attend.

That's all the news at the moment, but hopefully more to update soon.

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Arc bar has been closed down more than once for noise problems, so I have very little sympathy for them when I can hear bass booming in my basement.

We ain't even close. So complaint to the council when I can bother writing a «noise diary». I might even start it now. 23h52 - music appears to be shit.

But enough about my first world problems, I've got an interview for a weekend job tomorrow. I hate interviews they get me all flapping my arms nervous.

The only way I can get to it is by bike, so I'm also quite concerned about the weather tomorrow. I won't be able to get changed or store a bag, so I have to ride in my formal stuff and hope for the best.

Knowing my luck it start pissing it down and I'll show up mud deep in to failure. I totally need this to pull off too, the extra income is very much needed now that I'm about 200£ in the hole every month. Thanks Dave (you dish faced prick).

I've also had a further movement on to the plan for this year, I've booked off time in May to take about two weeks off to get things sorted out, have a look at my options and see how I get on. Flights aren't too bad (86€ return) but I need to find a fairly cheap hotel.

I should be able to book it all in March come bonus time.

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