My jogging locale

The restaurant

It's interesting working as a hostess in this restaurant. Overall it's good. I think. Generally unpretentious staff with the exception of one french waiter but he can't help being proud and pompous - he's french.
I try to remember that when he tells me, "you must be the sunshine of Fogon."

1. I get to watch french people and their [insert multiple contradictory adjectives here] behaviors.

i.e. Watching french people delicately eat their charcuterie, firstly, with a *knife and fork,* and secondly, cutting off some of the fatty parts of the iberico ham (half of the meat is fat, usually), and then picking off the tiny tiny tiny speck of meat that's left on the fat - perfectly.

Many moments like these I have to hold back laughter, really hard.

In general, the crowd looks like it is almost entirely composed of architects and people in ID from helsinki.

2. I have to stand there and look pretty and smile even when I'm not talking to anyone or doing anything but waiting nervously for the next batch of 8 reservations all for the same exact time, all with giant wet coats because Ella Fitzgerald reallyyy understated Paris's "drizzle." It's more like torrential downpours complete with hail. Sorry, Paris, but I do not love Paris in this part of the springtime.
I'm supposed to be "the sunshine of Fogon." Now I understand why they needed to hire me!!

Yes. I've always been quite the shiny one. Shiny shine-shine!! Let's think back to how much Natasha likes posing for pictures...............





BOO!!