I have an interview

I know none of you are aware of my totally sketchy NYC job situation for the past two years but here is the condensed version. I landed here from Paris October 26, 2006, my brother kicked me and Mr. Big out and I moved in with a girlfriend and two large dogs. Needless to say, that lasted for about a month, and then I met him. That is another blog all together so next time. Anyway, I temped for a bit, worked for a high end well know NYC interior designer, then got a "real" job selling print. It was a great opportunity at the time and after a year things went down hill. The company ran into financial probs and I cut my losses and quit. I started my own company about two months ago and have been attempting to get some business closed but no cigar yet. So, in the spirit of making rent and being able to shop I started to look for another paying job. I found a job on Linkedin, applied and got the first interview. Interesting twist with this company is that it is headed up by a TV talking head who also happens to be handsome and single. I got called back for the second interview (which is tomorrow) and I have to interview with handsome/single/TV guy. This should be interesting.

Back to USA land in NYC!

I have been putting off starting this blog up again just b/c there is so much to tell. Where do I start? I have decided that I will give a brief overview of the last almost 3 years YIKES! We have a lot of ground to cover but there is much to tell. I ended up running out of money in Paris and my bro flew into Paris the last week I was there. I organized the party and we had tons of fun! Bro and I made plans to take the TGV to Marseilles then East to Nice. We stayed at swanky HI Hotel and rode bikes along Meditereanean. We took a day trip to Monoco and then headed to Lyon. I had one meal in Lyon with my bro and had to high tail it outta Lyon back to Paris to take care of Mr. Big. He needed to get updated vet check for the flight back to the states. My master plan was to fly with my bro to NYC (where he lives) and crash on his couch and then live with my girlfriend who also lives in NYC. So, ride to airport in Paris have to fly Mr. Big cargo again (so I think). I have his paperwork, attempt to make reservation in french and do not get it but was told I can probably show up and put him on cargo flight. Take cab to Cargo section 100 euros...she waits in cab while I negotiate with Cargo and after an hour they say No! WHAT!!!??? Mr. Big can't be left behind in Paris ...how do I get him home when my flight leaves in two hours???? Cabbie says just take him into airport and check him in with you (french love animals!) I stand in line forever to check in and they say where is your ticket for Monsieur Gros? I said I did not know I would need one? (play stupid!) They point to ticket counter and say to get one for him and he can go on the flight with me under the plane!!!!!!! It worked out and was one of the only easy things I have ever done in this fine country of France. My cab fare was 168 euros but my ticket for Mr. Big was only 10 euros so I think I did okay! I get stopped by security (of course) and get the major pat down, they find a Bobbi Brown lip gloss and almost take me into private room. Finally get to gate where my brother is standing and looking so relieved to see me, we are the last to get on plane. He said he thought he would have to call my P's to say I never made it! On flight safely to NYC...my life starts anew...

Remember MOI???

May 28, 2009 now posting from NYC...

WOW! It has been a long time. I just wanted to give anyone out there who "pseudo" followed me what happened. Do you need closure? I do! I am also going to start a new blog, more details to follow when I figure out what I will be writing about. SO, since we left off I was to work for Frenchy (which I did). It was a part time gig in which I called on North American designers to promote Frenchy's business to them and their clients. Needless to say, I was not successful in the sense that I "sold" anything but did market him to mainly NYC designers. Basically, free PR for Frenchy. I think that was from September until October. October was D-month for American girl in Paris. The funny story was my rent was up for my apartment sometime in the beginning of October. I had no income and my flow was at empty. I had to book my one way ticket back to the old US of A. :( sigh, sniff, sniff

I asked Fufy if I could crash at her pad and she said I could stay at her maid's apartment? Fufy had a personal assistant/maid that lived in the apartment below her in the 16th arr (very near my apt). Her assistant was in Brazil for a week so I would have the place to myself for a week the two weeks living with the maid. Okay, so said apartment is in a fancy building on Rue Boissiere. The apartment is tiny but has a window which looks straight out to the eiffel tower! C'est magnifique! First week good, second week BAD. Maid returns...she does not speak ONE word of english or french! Do you know Portuguese...I don't! So, needless to say it was painful at times but I was teaching english part time and working for Frenchy so all was not too bad...until I broke the sink! Portuguese maid did not shower at all, she prefered to bathe out of a bucket (no lie) with a washcloth. Well, she only washed her hair once a week, which was down to her A$$ and thick and frizzy. So, she does the hair wash thing with a huge wad of hair post bucket bath and proceeds to empty out her comb into the toilet. The toilet, you guessed it, overflows and gets stopped up. Fufy is out of town and I have no idea how to negiotiate a plumber in french. No worries, right? I have booked my ticket to ride and it leaves in 2 weeks. So, one night I go out have way too much wine or whatever cocktail come back to apartment and have to pee. What do I do? Yes, into the sink seems not lady like but necessary, until the sink rips away from the wall under my very curvaceuos and newly fromage enhanced figure! Now, we need a plumber! I call in horrible broken french and attempt to get one and somehow acheive success. He comes over the next morning and laughs and asks me how it happened I just smiled and laughed and let him create his own conclusion. I am sure he is still telling that story about the drunk american girl peeing in the sink...blah, blah, blah.