I wasn’t convinced that studio style was going to happen today given I have to be in at 9.30 for the next 4 weeks, *gasp* but this morning’s photo shoot happened a whole 15 minutes before I had to leave wahey! Other than the fact that I live next door and so being late would really be ridiculous, I really couldn’t be late because now I have a key. Given my colleague is aware of my passport fiasco, and the fact that I was 15 minutes over my lunch break on Tuesday because I was searching for my flat keys (they were in the middle of a pile of sheets of all places), I think if there had been any other way he would not have given me such responsibility, but one day in and all is still well.
Went for a bit of a risky combo today with the shorts. Wasn’t sure how office appropriate shorts were, but nothing was said so I’ll take that as an OK. In fact I think the only person they bothered was me, especially after lunch when breathing was restricted. The french feeling of queuing in la boulangerie to buy my baguette was not worth the fat feeling that came as a result.
There was more excitement in the office today - we were invited to an art exhibition opening in the Navy Museum. Normally I hate museums but I didn’t have to wear the suit so I figured I’d make the most of the perks of the job. It was all going well (I almost felt like I had a social life again) until I tripped over a protruding lower part of a wall and ended up stopping my fall by slapping my hand right onto the hanging tapestry that was the room’s main attraction. The “attention s’il vous plaît” from the staff told me it hadn’t gone unnoticed. All I can say is thank goodness it wasn’t a canvas otherwise there would now be a gaping hand-shaped hole in the middle of it.
Given that my day started with my cream cheese falling out of the fridge and landing face down on the floor (minus lid), I did not have high hopes for the rest of it, but it’s 23.00 hours local time and I’m still here, along with everything I started the day with. The rest of la famille Saunders arrives in Paris tomorrow evening and I turn 21 on Saturday, so things are looking good. Nonetheless I will stay well away from the edge of the Eiffel Tower when we go up it as part of my celebratory itinerary, at such heights there are simply too many things that could go wrong.