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May 25, 2011

How I know I'm no longer in France


 -Teeny tiny bits of French cheese from Kowalski's cost a fortune. Au revoir, comté, délice de Bourgogne, bleu d'Auvergne, et al... at least until I have a job.

-Bureaucratic matters have been a breeze. I went to get fingerprinted yesterday for a temp agency that may send me to work at a bank, and I was in and out of there in five minutes flat.

-Wine from Australia is way cheaper than my favorite Burgundies. I went to the neighborhood liquor store a few days ago and lovingly caressed the bottles from all my old hangouts, all of which were in the $20-$40 range. I guess I'll be making new friends with Woop Woop Syrah.

-At nearly every store I enter someone pops up and asks if they can help me, and if I say yes they drop what they're doing and actually help me.

-I can no longer read the blogs or Facebook posts of broads still abroad, for I am consumed by a fierce jealousy that turns me a sickly shade of clover.

-People on the street stop me and say things like, "Are dose snap-dray-guns? Dayr bee-yoo-tee-full! Fer nice!"



3 comments:

  1. Haha! Loved this post. BTW...you & Elizabeth have been making me jealous for a year! Physical reactions to being jealous...asdlkgjas;ldfkj!

    Hehe...good luck with everything, Nina!

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  2. Um, you better still be reading my blog.

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