Life is like a box of chocolates

I know the title lacks some kind of poetry but I thought it was wacky and fancied it.

Today, I was offered a full time position so now I do not have to stare in space, thoughtless, aimless, bored, watching the paint dry, the plants grow a new leaf, the flies fly around or walk on the walls (it's only a figure of speech, there aren't any flies: it's too cold only kidding)... I now have a new challenge on my hands! And a big one! Only a few days left before I am due to start and take the bull by the horns.

The only sad thing is that my cat (the furry thing in the pictures below) is going to be all alone all day and that is not good. Needless to say that in the evenings he will be like a charged up battery! Not unlike the Tasmanian Devil. We'd better brace ourselves for the onslaught. Still we intend to move to a slightly bigger place when both our jobs will be secure and we are hoping to provide him with a lot of running space. Remember last years Olympic Games, well forget Bolt! We have Sacha!!!!

I know that I should write more often but well about what? My life at the moment is at a stand-still, while the country, France, is spiralling down into recession, people are going totally nuts: just the other day, a mother stabbed her ten-year old girl because she was playing with her PSP....and to top it all she let her five year old boy blame himself for the stabbing! Everyday when taking the underground there are delays due to suicide attempts...I mean frankly what can I write? I do wish I had some entertaining things to say (well apart from my cat playing with my husband's socks). And why exactly am I writing this anyway ?????

Actually I do have a short anecdote: I went to a job interview two days ago. It went really well I thought. When I came back I had a message from the temping agency asking me to call back. So I did. And the bloke said that they really really liked me but....(here we go I thought, and nothing had prepared me for this!) you will have to change your clothes. I am afraid but they want people to wear bright colours, especially this person who fled Iran because he found that women were dressed in black too much (?!? was that the only reason he fled ?????). I retorted that I could not afford to change my whole wardrobe (not that it is totally black, but I tend to wear some yes!). He then said that they appreciate people making an effort and wearing bright and cheerful colours.... Where is this country going? So first I was dismissed because my boss did not like the look of my face and now I am told to dress according to the fancy of one man? If I were to dress badly I could understand, but I am not and frankly I thought that remark was not welcome as I went to great length to be very smart that day...

On Friday, last week, I went to a craft fair in Paris. Inside there was also an exhibition on the crafts involved in the Haute-Couture industry: embroidery, pleats, weaving, etc. It was rather interesting, although a bit too succinct, but I took some pictures (not all good because the light was not strong enough for the camera).

A skirt pleating support:


The detail of a jacket designed by Christian Lacroix:


A hand-embroidered bodice:


The embroiderer's working desk and samples:


Styling a dress on a manequin:


Matching fabrics for each design:

Yes 39 today! Don't I feel good about it? I feel like reaching for the stars....So far the only thing I have managed to reach is my cat's pooh in his tray because it was stinking the whole place! That sums my life really doesn't it?

The poor thing is having some bowels problems and without getting into too much detail, I discovered when I got home a few minutes ago that he was caked in dried excrement but the damn thing would not let me clean him....So while I was away this morning, he has lounged on my bed and I now have to change the bedding because well..... Ah, and now as I am writing he's licking his "arse".....ah, nope he has decided against it and prefers licking his leg....Better him than me!

And tonight is also the "big" nightout. Probably my only night out for the whole year! And the weather has decided to turn kind of nasty: downpour and violent gusts of wind! The Weather forecast officials have even issued a severe weather warning for tonight -of all nights!

Well what can I say, you are lucky or you are not!

Today, I spent all on my own (well not exactly, my cat was here) but I felt really low! I looked in my head at how I will be able to move on from this.... I can't see anything. In fact, yes, just blackness! I have then checked my emails from my former work colleagues who all felt strongly about my unfair dismissal and promised me they'd stay in touch.... Not a message from the beginning of the week in reply to the email I sent them the week before.... So I wrote to one or two of them, the closest ones, but just silence. So it got me wondering: are they uncomfortable talking about work when I don't have any and used to be working with them in the same place? Are they just plain busy (although, when I was there most of them were not snowed under and I don't reckoned it has changed overnight given the economic situation), or perhaps they feel like they ought not to write to me in case it gets them into trouble... I just don't know what to think about all this. All I know for sure is that I feel abandoned by EVERYONE. It is an extremely strong feeling to feel this abandoned and useless, it's unfathomable! I am well aware that a lot of people would argue that there are people far better worse off than me, and I agree, but for now it just does not work for me.

And the only people I do not want attention from are the ones sending me constant letters to wish me a happy birthday and get money off coupon if I spent such amount in their store !!!! Bloody hell !

I don't want anyone to wish me a happy birthday because to me this particular one is ABSOLUTELY NOT happy.

Sorry, this is a shitty post but I had to "spill" my gut so to speak because I feel so alone, abandoned, and even shat on ! I think I'd better stop here!