Dear Diary May 29, 2019
I am not really doing especially much these days. My horoscope said not to rush anything, and to give myself some time to decide, and I am doing that. It's not getting easier to get up early, but I did successfully manage to leave the house by 13:00 or so, to do some things. I wanted to wear all-whale today but i busted the zipper of the pants after I successfully buttoned it, so I just went with the T-shirt. I wanted to try out a few bakeries and visit the Rodin Museum, and I had a clothes delivery to pick up at one of the outlets of the chain I ordered it from. This was because
COMPLAINTS ABOUT FRANCE PART 1: DELIVERIES
Actually a bit of a hassle. So apparently, buildings in France, or at least in Paris, don't really have doorbells at the front of the building, just next to your apartment door. So if you want to get pretty much anything delivered, the delivery company will call you ahead of time to make sure you are there and can open the doors. If you are not, they can't even get into the main door to access your mailbox to leave you some slip to tell you where you can pick up your package. And since I love speaking French on the phone, I try to avoid that situation whenever possible (I recently avoided taking the phone call from my bicycle-pump-Amazon-delivery so many times, it got sent back to Amazon and I went to a store instead to buy one, that's how much I didn't want to deal with the phone call). And since I can't get things delivered to the office these days, I try to use alternative arrangements as much as possible, hence the in-store delivery I chose. ANYWAY.
So, wearing minimal whale, I cycled to the first bakery: Gateaux d'Emotions. Since I need to carry it in my bag for a while, I ask for things that aren't easily destroyed. I settle for a Cake Citron, which was interestingly ball-shaped, a cashew-chocolate cookie that looked like a lot of butter and a box of small round chocolates in different shades from white to dark-brown. I even manage some mild banter in French with the young lady behind the counter. I then cycle to the museum which is only minutes away, but it is lunch-time already. The cafe just across doesn't look too compelling so I just go inside anyway. I mean it looked fine, but I am forever struggling with a French standard Bistro Menu. The museum is inside of a very nice, landscaped park, and I find out the park has a cafe in it as well.
I realized I wasn't going to be buying any other pastries today so I went straight to pick up my clothes, a leisurely 20 mins on my bike away. I cycled home to an Email from another agency in Zurich, which had been sneaking around my LinkedIn profile for a few days now, that they had a great opportunity for me and whether I was interested in talking on the phone. I do not know how they heard about me, someone at the first agency must have talked about me. It does feel nice that people are actively competing for me though. The recruiter sent a quick message to ask whether I was ready to come back to Zurich on Monday (for an interview for yet another job, which I don't really want and which I still have to create the presentation they want me to hold), and that she had run into someone from the first agency who was very keen on me starting there, also nice. Zurich it is, I guess. I bought a chicken-hotdog-fastfood-thing for dinner and saw someone from work there but it was very packed and I think we successfully ignored each other.
Neither chocolate, cookie nor cake was actually all that good.
COMPLAINTS ABOUT FRANCE PART 1: DELIVERIES
Actually a bit of a hassle. So apparently, buildings in France, or at least in Paris, don't really have doorbells at the front of the building, just next to your apartment door. So if you want to get pretty much anything delivered, the delivery company will call you ahead of time to make sure you are there and can open the doors. If you are not, they can't even get into the main door to access your mailbox to leave you some slip to tell you where you can pick up your package. And since I love speaking French on the phone, I try to avoid that situation whenever possible (I recently avoided taking the phone call from my bicycle-pump-Amazon-delivery so many times, it got sent back to Amazon and I went to a store instead to buy one, that's how much I didn't want to deal with the phone call). And since I can't get things delivered to the office these days, I try to use alternative arrangements as much as possible, hence the in-store delivery I chose. ANYWAY.
So, wearing minimal whale, I cycled to the first bakery: Gateaux d'Emotions. Since I need to carry it in my bag for a while, I ask for things that aren't easily destroyed. I settle for a Cake Citron, which was interestingly ball-shaped, a cashew-chocolate cookie that looked like a lot of butter and a box of small round chocolates in different shades from white to dark-brown. I even manage some mild banter in French with the young lady behind the counter. I then cycle to the museum which is only minutes away, but it is lunch-time already. The cafe just across doesn't look too compelling so I just go inside anyway. I mean it looked fine, but I am forever struggling with a French standard Bistro Menu. The museum is inside of a very nice, landscaped park, and I find out the park has a cafe in it as well.
So walking past The Thinker for now, I head to the cafe, in which they have a decent lunch special, duck with roasted vegetables and a nice, sufficiently fancy pastry. I did almost google "How to eat a Millefeuille" after exploding so much puff pastry that a pigeon climbed up my table. Really though. how? I walked around the park a bit, looking at rather naked and frequently a bit graphic statues, and then did the little tour around the inside of the main building. More naked sculptures, mostly men. I'm not complaining, but it also didn't take me long to look at everything.
I realized I wasn't going to be buying any other pastries today so I went straight to pick up my clothes, a leisurely 20 mins on my bike away. I cycled home to an Email from another agency in Zurich, which had been sneaking around my LinkedIn profile for a few days now, that they had a great opportunity for me and whether I was interested in talking on the phone. I do not know how they heard about me, someone at the first agency must have talked about me. It does feel nice that people are actively competing for me though. The recruiter sent a quick message to ask whether I was ready to come back to Zurich on Monday (for an interview for yet another job, which I don't really want and which I still have to create the presentation they want me to hold), and that she had run into someone from the first agency who was very keen on me starting there, also nice. Zurich it is, I guess. I bought a chicken-hotdog-fastfood-thing for dinner and saw someone from work there but it was very packed and I think we successfully ignored each other.
Neither chocolate, cookie nor cake was actually all that good.
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