life and death.

This week has been very interesting to say the least.

 Tuesday I began "work" at a new office. I was told to dress nicely for my first day because I would be going with a fellow co-worker to an appointment at YSL.

I arrived the following morning (early like I usually do)..met my contact and he told me in French we would leave in 10 minutes. I quickly discovered this man does not speak English..not a word..not even hello.

I had no idea what his position was but assumed he handled production or something to that matter.

He offered me a coffee before we left the building and went to his car. We drove about 10 minutes while I attempted to speak to him in French. I said the following:

The weather is very very nice today.

Yesterday it rained.

I love YSL make-up.

I am from NYC.

I love almond croissants.

My dogs name is Higgins from Magnum P.I.

I live in Montmartre.

My favorite color is red.

My current roommate is French and crazy but in September I will live alone.

The Paris office of YSL was awesome. They spoke to me in English about the work I would do on the images..but in the while I could not stop looking at all the cosmetics and hang bags that were everywhere!!! 

!!!love love love YSL!!!

The meeting went well overall and then the man and I got in his car and went back to the office. 

 When I walked in, a woman who spoke excellent English introduced herself to me and said:

"Did you have a good meeting at YSL with the boss?"

OMG

I had no idea. He must think I am nuts...why didn't anyone tell me he was the boss? My blog name "Pazza in Paris" remains true to this day.

Pazza meaning crazy in Italian. (Thank you Shoogs .#)

And tomorrow I will be going with the boss again to YSL. What will I talk about? 

The bebe pigeons outside my window?

Maybe...Maybebe

mother

 

Popper

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Rest in Peace, Cousin Patty.