The Importance of Loving Where You Live

14 10 2008

Like anyone else, I get frustrated at work.  Whether it’s putting up with certain misconceptions about my home country, feeling like I’m not being taken seriously, trying to express myself and not having the words, or just irritation at the general lack of communication skills in post-adolescent males, there are moments nearly every day when I wonder what I’m doing here.  Then I hear a horn honking or a siren from outside and it snaps me back to reality.  At the end of my regulated 8-hour workday (unheard of for food-industry jobs in the States!), when I leave work and go home, I’m in Paris, France.  And that rocks.

Originally published on Croque-Camille.

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5 responses

15 10 2008
Cathy - wheresmydamnanswer

I agree with you 100% – I love my mayberry meets Knots landing with alittle Desperate housewives community…
I will agree 100% Paris rocks.. Hubby and I were there in May on our Honeymoon and we loved every bit of your wonderful city and country!!

16 10 2008
Juanito

8 hour workday?
mandated!?

wtf now i really have to go to france. holy shit. wait……is that for the chefs too?

then again, i don’t really want to work for anyone else anyway. Hopes = dashed.

16 10 2008
Reuben Morningchild

My own place ain’t bad, but you’re so right.
Paris ROCKS.

16 10 2008
croquecamille

Cathy – Sounds like a fun town!

Juanito – Well, at least that’s how it is in the pâtisserie where I work…

Reuben – Hey, it’s all about being happy where you are. :)

22 10 2008
Trisha

I remember that contented feeling, once upon a time, when I lived in a place I loved. Someday, I’ll get it again. Shoot, now I’m back to suffering a killer case of nostalgia. : )




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