There were two girls by the poolside slathering each other’s backs with lotion, and I was thinking, “Wow, wonder where they got swimsuits that perfectly match their body colour…”
And then I went for a swim and they were facing me and I thought crossly, “Well, they should’ve at least bought matching bikini tops/bottoms, flesh and red don’t really go together…”
And then they were swimming, talking to each other while doing the crawl and when they came closer I’m like, “Bah no, they’re topless.”
It was my first time seeing lithe, young, topless women swimming in a crowded family-infested Sunday afternoon residence swimming pool.
I sent an SMS to Julien, who was back home: ARE YOU COMING TO THE POOL CALL ME SO I CAN OPEN THE DOOR FOR U THERE ARE TOPLESS WOMEN SWIMMING NOT KIDDING COME QUICK
“Did you see?” I whispered excitedly when he finally arrived. “Pahhh, that’s so normal here,” he said in a bored tone (and yet I can’t help but notice he came over anyway?) “Yeah?” I insisted, still fascinated. “Even in a residence pool?” “Well, this is private, isn’t it?” “I guess so.”
For the rest of the afternoon I was thinking, wow, hey, I’ve never really seen topless people before!
(All my topics seem to revolve around the swimming pool lately; it’s because it’s too hot to go anywhere else.)
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JOB INTERVIEW
I had my first job interview last Wednesday.
I was at the ANPE office attending some kind of tutorial session on How To Make A Proper Letter of Motivation when my phone rang, and it was a woman asking me to come in for an interview that afternoon.
I kept on thinking, “There must be some way to calm down, god I’m going to mess up bigtime, I can’t mess up I want this job, oh god I’m going to mess up bigtime, I can’t remember the French word for ‘teach’ what is it? There must be something to help me calm down…”
The interview went well and was very pleasant, I didn’t mix up my vous with tu and I was really glad about that.
The only thing is, the person supposed to conduct the second interview is on holidays, and I’ll have to come back at the end of July.
I wanted to grab her by the lapels of her coat begging, “You won’t forget me, right? RIGHT??? You’ll call me if anything else comes up, won’t you? WON’T YOU???” but I’m glad I didn’t, because I don’t think that’s the best way actually to land a job, and anyway I wouldn’t want to give her the impression that I’m desperate.