First day of work

First day was blissfully short, and I'm utterly overwhelmed by the amount of people I met. I'm hoping they will all remember who I am and introduce themselves again, because I'll never remember them otherwise...

Job itself will be interesting - busy, lots of good, interesting stuff, but it sounds like there might be lots of work, and I'm not at all sure I can do it. We'll see - I'm a fast learner, right?

Now have a Carte Orange, so am clearly a proper Parisian. (OK, so it's not called a Carte Orange anymore, it's a Passe Navigo Decouverte, or some such nonsense. Does the same thing as a Carte Orange.) Also will soon have (I'm promised!) a phone line and internet. I miss you, Internet, even if no one actually reads anything I say. (This is no different to real life, where no one listens to me. But it's more satisfying to whinge about it here.)

It's actually sunny again today - maybe summer really is on its way...

2 days to go

2 days to go. Old job finished. Leaving drinks had. (Twice.) Boxes everywhere, half of them empty. Kitchen and my half of the bedroom left to pack.

Then, homelessness in Paris awaits! Hopefully, we will find a perfect flat on the first day, and then the rest of the week will be easy and like being on holiday... Realistically, I predict a lot of traipsing around Paris dispiritedly looking at grotty places we don't want to live in. (I know. Woe is me, having to flat hunt in Paris. I can feel the waves of sympathy from here.)