Spring

So I didn't continue writing like I said I would..... oops.

I was just so tired.

So we went to see folding bikes.

I slipped on my Alice Crocs and took the train to Paris. After 15mins of walking, I started to feel funny in my shoes. 5 min more and I was dying to find a pharmacy.

Even with Compeed plasters walking was hell. We walked for more than an hour so you can imagine my pain. When we finally arrived at our destination, my feet were throbbing and I couldn't test the bikes. Oliv' did that for me.

After leaving the shop I limped to a bench and ripped off my shoes. My feet were covered in blisters and useless compeed-patches. I couldn't even put my shoes back on, just the sight of them made me want to throw them in a burning fire. Oliv' proposed letting me use his shoes and him using mine. I refused up front, the thought on him having to use lady ballerinas was out of the question. We then decided that I walk barefoot until finding a pair of shoes or socks.

We didn't find either, but we did find a pair of soft indoor ballerinas for 3,99€.

They saved my afternoon.

We followed our trail to Decathlon where I test drove their bike. It felt good, easy, and the folding didn't seem that complicated. We returned home and reserved the same bike I had tried but in a different color (70€ difference..).

Olivier went to get it since I worked that day (Saturday). I didn't get to see it until Monday when we returned from our weekend get away to the Loire.

We spent Easter in the Loire, where we stayed at a small fancy hotel, rode bikes to see the Castle of Chambord, had our picnic in front of a nuclear power plant (talk about romantic) and went to dine at Blois at a disappointing restaurant. I also managed to get drunk on 1 pint. Unheard of.

Monday we went to see an exposé using small patches of garden. It was outdoors and quite bizarre. It was ok, but well.. the weren't something my eyes would awe upon, they were just nice. That done we took the car to head home and were stuck 4½h in traffic. Jihhaaa.

Once home I got to see Hobbes (the name of my new bike) and Olivier, smiling like a silly kid, proudly gave me my 2-years anniversary gift.

Which I did not like.

And the evening went on in silence.

I can't help it, if I don't like something, I have to say it. I can't fake a smile thinking that "oh god, if I stay quiet, next year I might get something worse", so I have to be honest.

People tell me that I'm not polite, I don't take in account the other person's feelings - EXCUSE ME? Just because someone offers me crap without taking in account MY feelings, thinking smugly that "good thing I bought this decorated candle, it really shows how much effort I put into finding her a suitable gift" doesn't mean I have to accept it.

I HATE "forced personal gifts". Gifts that are bought just because a gift must be given.

It's different when you buy gifts for like when we did the Christmas party with my colleagues. The gifts were anonymous, so it was just fun :)

And I HATE useless "decorations". Unless it goes well with the apartment and it to my tastes.

Olivier bought me a Trousselier - fake plant decoration.

It is pretty, I even told him so when we saw it in a shop's window, but in no case did I want one for myself. It has nothing to do in our apartment. It doesn't look good anywhere.

And it costs too much for what it is.

I'd love to return it, but I can only exchange it for something. Looking at it only makes me angry. It's not supposed to be me who goes to buy my present, people who are supposed to know me - and know me WELL - should be capable of buying me something I like.

I've fixed the problem by telling my family that gifts are not needed, if they want to offer me something, they should either give me a) nothing b) a gift certificate c) money

Honesty, I prefer a).

So now I have this decoration staring at me that makes me fume.

Olivier was bizarre yesterday, feeling all sad and in need of pity. I got so angry at him that I almost took my bike and left. But I CAN'T take my bike out, I don't have a helmet and I don't have a lock for it. I told him I would've appreciated a helmet and lock more than a stupid dead plant decoration. So it made me even angrier.

He doesn't know how to talk clearly, only making me confused and even more angry. I hate that about him.

And he refuses to write down his thoughts to get the right phrase out.

And he claims it's really hard to know what to get me for a gift because he knows that I've told him on several occasions what I like or when I see something I like, I tell him, but he finds it really hard to write it down to remember it later.

Whatever.

Makes me really mad.

I should just buy him a stupid glass decoration as well. See how he takes it.

I almost regret using 2 days to get him tickets to see his favorite band.

Almost.

This week at work has been interesting.

We have France 5 for Magazine Santé filming us non-stop for 5 days. I feel they've filmed me most of all the other 10 girls. They came to film eyebrow tattooing, a foot care, a facial and they interviewed me separately.

Now for the eyebrow tattooing... My client had already a tattooing gone hideously wrong.

The shape was horrible and color as well. It was now the color or pale violet. brr..

So I had to draw eyebrows that a) followed the initial tattoo to cover the ugliness of it all b) had the shape that went well with the client's face c) had the right color d) didn't resemble the initial tattoo in the least

Easy.

It didn't make it any easier that the room I used was small, the lighting was crap and there was a camera filming my every more and recording my stupid voice.

Oh I did I forget to add that my client was scared shitless and fearing the worst ?!

Like I said, easy.

After the tattooing, the interviewed me on make up tattooing, my job, my likes and dislikes and such. The bizarrest question they asked was "Do you sometimes have clients that disgust you?"

Beg your pardon?

I don't clearly remember what I said, I just stammered something about the word being too strong for me to use and that it was appreciated if the skin we worked on was clean. And that sometimes we just wondered to ourselves why some people lack that basic hygiene.

I think I'll be getting a warning letter from my boss if ever they air it..............

Tonight, concert.