I am coming up to the end of my fourth week of being gainfully employed in France. So far, it's been going very well. The people I work with are still great. I am most likely the oldest person working in the entire company, at least in the Paris branch, but other than the odd moment where I realize I don't know any of the music these "kids" are listening to in the office, I don't feel old being around them. I just never thought I'd ever be in a situation where I was the oldest person working in a company! (Being self-employed doesn't really count.)
The work is easy to do, it's just a matter of learning their system for taking reservations for the types of tours they do. I wish I could talk in more detail about the great tours they offer because I am actually very impressed and the company has a great reputation, and with good reason. But I made a decision, when I decided to look for a job, that I would not give out too much information about my employer, even if it was all positive. There are just too many ways to slip up and divulge something that might get me in hot water, and who needs that?
The side effects of having this job have been interesting, to say the least. My house has never looked more like a bomb exploded in it. Between the job and having put so much time the past 4 weeks into the media frenzy for No Love Locks, the housework has really suffered and it's about all I can do to keep us all in clean clothes and keep some food in the fridge. I figure over time I'll get better at the juggling but at least I have a husband who helps and also who doesn't complain. EVER. About ANYTHING. (Yes, I think I'll keep him!)
I AM sleeping better these days, though, and I can kind of chalk that up to sheer exhaustion. I have to get up either with Georges and the Garçon, and some days even an hour earlier than they do. It's the sort of job where I am required to show up on time and there's not a lot of flexibility about that unless there is some emergency or I get stuck in a transit strike or traffic problem that I can't control. So it means I have to force myself to go to bed earlier than I usually prefer. Last night I ended up staying up too late, talking to my sister back home, and it meant I worked all day on 5 1/2 hours of sleep. I can't do THAT a lot and still function well, that's for sure. On Wednesday this week, it was the first day in over two weeks I had the chance to really sleep in; I was so tired on Tuesday night I went to bed at 9pm and then slept until 10am the next morning!
The other day, I finally made my first effort to get back to the gym since I've been working. I can take a direct metro from near my office to near my gym, and because I get through with work at either 5pm or even 4pm, depending on how they schedule me, it's going to be doable to get in a workout maybe 2 nights a week plus on my mid-week day off, which is Wednesday. (At the moment I have to work Saturdays, but I could have taken Sundays and Mondays off as my "weekend", except I chose to take the Wednesdays off at least through the end of the school year, so the Garçon won't be on his own on Wednesdays afternoons when he has school in the mornings only.)
When I got to the gym, I decided to do the brave thing and get weighed and measured, even though I have not worked out since, like, beginning of March or something. I knew I had dropped a few pounds in the past six weeks, in part because I was sick twice in that time (once with La Gastro and the 2nd time with an upper respiratory thing where I just had no appetite for about a week). But I did NOT expect to learn that I have lost nearly 9 lbs since my last gym weigh-in, which was in January! I also lost some centimeters pretty much everywhere! I am chalking this up to the fact that I am a little bit more active what with commuting, even though I have a desk job, and that I am snacking less during the days now. What with adding in some gym workouts again, this can only bode well for my health and my efforts to get my weight down to a healthier level.
I am now eagerly awaiting my first paycheck. Well, actually it will be my second paycheck; I worked one day in March and was amused that they cut me a check for that one day, because I thought they'd just roll that over into the April paycheck. In France, most people seem to get paid once a month and this job is no exception. It really forces people to watch their money and budgets. I have a few weeks left until the first real check comes, but it will be nice to be earning again.
My next challenges are going to be trying to carve out some time for writing again while simultaneously juggling my new role as an activist of sorts. That one, I haven't quite figured out yet. Look how little time I've even had for blogging.
So, by the clock I see it's time for me to wind down and get to sleep. I'm on the earlier shift tomorrow and that 6am alarm comes awfully early. Plus, Georges has been in Bordeaux on business all week (which has included great BORDEAUX wine and dinners in CHATEAUX and hell OUI I'm JALOUSE) so he hasn't been here to prod me awake in the morning when the alarm goes off. I can't afford to oversleep any more. Like, ever again.
Bonne nuit, all.