Going Stir Crazy!

Trip Start May 25, 2009
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Monday, July 27, 2009

Paris – Going Stir Crazy

Truth be told. Since being back in Paris I have been feeling a bit low. Looking for jobs is very intimidating when you don't speak the language and it can be absolutely exhausting just buying groceries sometimes. You look at each product for a good 10 minutes wondering what the hell it is. I have had some good times. Ive also been bored out of my mind, a lot of feeling homesick and a lot of what am I doing here.

Now I partly have myself to blame. Staying up late every night and watching How I met Your mother till 2am (nothing good happens after 2am) then waking up at 11:30 the next day and not getting out till 1pm does tend to get you into a lazy routine. In fact I am still watching How I Met Your Mother and will do this again for a few more days! Its Legen.....wait for it..... wait for it..... dary!

In the couple of weeks I have been back in Paris. Ive done a bit. But I have for some stupid reason started missing my stupid friends back home. That's right.... While I have been sitting with Parisians on the river Seine looking at the Notre Dame and not understand anything anybody has been saying I have been day dreaming that I was back at home being picked on by my mates and talking about the same old school stories. I've even started looking at the Jmac created photo album with a sort of intense Nostalgia. Whenever I try and talk about some old story back home from high school, people just nod in misunderstandation (yes I just made up my own word – i did the Possimpable).

I walked

Often when I did get out the door at 2pm. I would be so stressed that I had wasted the day that I would just walk. One day I walked all the way from my place to Bastille (40 minutes away). So the next day I decided to walk all the way from my place to the Eiffel Tower. It took me 2 hours and 10 minutes. When I got there I was so wrecked I walked straight past it, jumped on the metro and was in my bed and asleep 20 minutes later. Yeah... I'm awesome...

I picked up a package

My mum sent vital supplies in a package, which contained Vegemite, two pairs of Dunlop Volleys (I'm the new Baker) Cadbury chocolate and Tim Tam's (bitch forgot the Caramello Koala's) – just kidding I love my mum. But she did forget those. I had to go out to a bad area of the suburbs somewhere near a place called Alfortville to get this package and it took me a whole day and I can embarrassingly say that I started a medium paced jog, when I was lost and just a bit scared of the homeless guys on the bicycles.... Then I realised that by running I was wasting sprinting stamina and that if some guy did try and mug me and steal my big box
of chocolate that I would not be able to sprint for very long. So I walked, ready to take off at any moment!

I went to the Garage de Tennis

I found a pretty sweet Tennis court complex with a wall I intend to hit balls against. I have bought balls I just need to find a racket and am still yet to find one!. I went out to the suburbs in the northeast. Also, a bit of a dodgy suburb area. To a place I found on Google maps called Garage de Tennis. Soon I found out that Garage De Tennis was not an awesome warehouse full of tennis stuff but a Peugeot Service Garage. Another day gone...

Searchin for Cars

I can say without exaggerating, that I spent an entire week reading about the French used car market and how to buy a car in Germany and re-register it in France. You see, Used cars in France are for some reason double the price of cars anywhere else in Europe. And, any type of Air cooled Volkswagen is four times the price!! So, I intend to head to Germany in the coming weeks, to buy a beetle, for the purposes of Exploration and being cool. Buying a car in Europe is not as easy as back home. They do emissions testing and have all sorts of weird checks and paperwork to fill out. The French love their paperwork. It's terrifying! There's no take your Rego papers to the local RTA here.

The Facts

I have been doing some hardcore  philosophical pointless thinking lately. A lot about going home and working at the Volkswagen shop restoring cars. Sure it's not a career, but these days who keeps working one job their entire life. i know I would get great enjoyment out of at least working there for a few months when I do get home.

But, that's not the big revelation The facts are I got to stick it out no matter how much I want to go home right now. People have made a lot of effort here to get me a place and help me feel welcome. I owe it to them and myself to at least spend the few months trying to find a job and seeing France, Europe, etc.

Also, friends and perhaps family are going to be coming to visit in the next couple of months. A.k.A Bakes and A.K.A. Mate who I met in Japan's, Japanese girlfriend and her hopefully hot Japanese friend....


Something happened to me just the other day. I was in a fast food chain called “Quick” and patiently waiting in line (I had wanted to go be at the spot where Jason Bourne started the car chase in the Bourne Identity – yes I am lame that way...). Anyway, I had been patiently waiting in line when a new counter opened up. A pretty half Asian half European girl welcomed me to the counter and I proceeded to order with my bad French, I usually go alright ordering what I want and the sizes until they either ask me if I want the meal (which every place calls different – some call it a set, others a meal, others a combo). In French, I just say Oui Oui (yes, yes). This often works and often ends up with me walking out with a beer or something strange. Then when they ask if i want to eat here or takeaway, or stay or go, etc and I say Oui Oui. They think I am a dumbass. This “Eurasian” was so impressed, she gave me a free can of Fanta.

In my time doing nothing I pondered why I did leave home. My friends were all settling down/moving out, etc. I felt I couldn't be content with moving out and being broke just yet. I needed to spend my stay at home money one last time. On top of this my hair is receding at an astronomical rate and most importantly. As much as I love hanging out at the Harri's, or the Pete's or Marto's, Snork's or the soon to be JMAC's, there was going to be now way I was going to meet a smoking hot babe who could live up to my expectations! All of the Monc's friends are all Lesbians and all of Claire's friends look like Cannon. In Europe, I do see pretty girls quite often and it does turn that frown upside down! When that girl gave me that can of Fanta I realised what I had somehow forgotten and had been obsessing and discussing at length with people back home! THE LATASIAN!! Yes the half Latin looking, half Asian looking girl or of course any hot chick that thinks my receding hair line and poor story telling is cute, was a huge reason I came here! Also, I enjoy going to World War 2 history sites...

To find that girl so I can sit with my friends back home and be content playing back yard cricket, Botche, and watching non stop sports and How I met your mother over and over again. That is the dream....

So here is the plan....!!!

I lack the confidence and the enthusiasm to go door knocking all day trying to get jobs. Anyway, the only jobs I am going to get are ones that people help me get or at a pub that serves a lot of foreigners and needs English speaking staff. So my plan over the coming weeks is to drink myself to a Job!! Why it's so crazy it just might “work”. haha  I'm going to start in the center of Paris, and have a drink at each bar and ask the bartender. “Good evening to you sir, do you have a position available in this establishment?”. Eventually getting to the point of “Me want job long time?” when I get drunk and start talking stereotypical asian prostitute from Vietnam war movies of the 80's. And, in the end, if I don't find a job in the coming months. At least I had a crack and go home knowing that it was not because of home sickness and at least I tried to drunkly pick up the asian tourists with my stereotypical 80's Vietnam war movie asian prostitute voice or maybe a few magic tricks. (This entry may get blocked by the website supervisors) haha

Being that I can't go home just yet. I'm going to at least bring my friends here in a way. So i am going to update this blog more often. So at least you will be with me in spirit..... I'm going to go cry now......

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bharden on

Cheers Bakes....
I know I am a good friend to be missing my friends!

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