Déjà vu… aux États Unis

You'll never guess what I'm doing right now. Remember when I was working at the Hotel Sube in St. Tropez? I figured (with encouragement from my grandmother) that being a night receptionist was a good idea. God knows why I thought that held true in Boston.

And yet, here I am. To combat my ever-increasing debt (not helped by my new plans to travel to France in February), I've found myself another job. Thus, I'm employed as the "evening concierge" at a high-end condo high-rise building for the young & hip (& rich — each unit goes for about $1.5mil). It's not rocket science... make sure no one's breaking in, call cabs when needed, get residents mail when requested, deliver newspapers, that sort of thing... but it is tiring (not helped by the hours: Friday & Saturday from 11pm to 7am). Plus, I’ve already entered into a battle of wills with a mosquito.

Except here, the residents all speak English — though a few are native Frenchies, giving me an opportunity to practice un pea de français. Everyone has a dog. (Maybe I’ll bring Tequila in?) And there’s a pro-soccer player who is so gorgeous I may jump the counter one day... even if his wife — whom he loves dearly — is right there. (I am, of course, kidding when I say this...mostly.)

Anyways, I'm sure I'll have a whole lot of stories to share as I continue. Keep checking.