A useless person is just the same as not an extra person...

Today it was horrible. We were swamp and even having an extra person was the same as not having one. Yes, I even talked about it with my supervisor and she agreed. However due to the relations she has with the person who is in charge of human resource we have to tolerate her. I got the suggestion to wear flip-flops to work. That is my goal for the week to find some. The funniest thing was when my supervisor told me that I had to work tomorrow. I did not know that I had to. I found that funny.

Need comfortable shoes...

It is my third day of work. I need to get different shoes. My feet really hurt after work. I am glad thought that I have sneakers to put on after work. If I did not I bet my feet would give out. I do not know why Saturdays are so busy. All you do is fold clothes and put back clothes. I think that today we had a new person come in from the factory. She was useless.

Missing Bath...

I have been home for almost three weeks. I cannot believe it. Seems like yesterday I was back in Bath bored and then packing to head to France alone. I miss Adam, but at least I can talk with him into the late night.

My two feet...

It is my second day of work. My feet hurt by the end of the day. I am glad that I only work once a week. It is money in the bank every time I head to work. My feet hurt after standing around for 8 hours and folding clothes. Folding clothes will definitely be one way of keeping me from doing my laundry. I also had a reception to go to after work. That was not fun either. By the end of the night I was pretty worn out.

I work again...

I started my first day of work today. It was crazy. I just did not know what to expect. In case you are wondering what I am doing for my summer job its retail. I stood around not knowing what to do. It was not a good day to learn about the retail business. It is one of those posh places that sells quality clothing at what I think is an outrageous price. It is a job and at the end of the day I do get paid.

Going home...

I am going home! Almost home! I miss the Cheetos, faucets with hot and cold water, and real Chinese food. Clam chowder too! The flight will not be fun. I did not get much sleep last night and took forever to pack everything up. I swear I do not know how I got so much stuff. I was energetic, but by the time, it was 10 a.m. I was tired. I was not functioning. I had so much fun on the plane. I got so much alcohol. Sad. Glad to be back in the country or the state that does not allow smoking indoors. I also had my first Screwdriver (drink).

At CDG airport in Paris...

The oddest part was seeing birds in the airport. I did not get a lot of sleep and ended up getting a sore right side. There was this guy there, did not know how he could sleep so much. I was lost going there, but found it in the end. That is how it is sometimes. I got the wallet! I kicked French ass! That had to be the best part. I got back to the airport fine and was glad to get the hell out of France! I missed talking to people in English. I arrived at London and got some post cards. Then on the way back to Bath on the coach I passed by Harrods! I wanted to go, but that is the closest I got to going. Maybe next time. I was in a Harrolds at the airport. Does that count?

Off to Paris...yet again...

My journey started by getting up early to work on papers. I did not do so well on them. I know I should have put more effort into it, but I did not. My mind was elsewhere. Long day. I turned in my papers and then headed off to the bus station. I went and bought some food so that I could have something to eat. It was not good, but it was food.

Off to Paris on the coach. I almost missed the plane to Paris. That would not have been good if I had. I did not know if I could sleep at the airport. That is the horrible part. And people do not know how to read. No smoking and smoking in French.