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Diary of a Working Mom

la-mom-parisBy La Mom, a P.S. Featured Paris Blogger

What a fun first few days back at work. Here’s how hard La Mom worked:

Day 1:
Morning: Star spotting
Went to an outdoor café for a break with visiting clients from Canada. Then I saw Prince. And his bodyguards. And his big Mercedes. They were going to the Chanel fashion show at the Grand Palais. Everyone in the café was taking pictures with their cell phones. Of course I wanted to as well so I could broadcast it on Twitter, but I had to play it cool with the clients.

Afternoon: To Tweet Or Not To Tweet? That Is The Question.
Spent the afternoon in a meeting in the same building as the luxury apartment Prince was rumored to be staying in. The meeting room was (what I thought) across the courtyard from his majesty’s apartment.

I couldn’t keep my mind on work because I kept seeing a man in his Calvin’s coming to the balcony to smoke and talk on his phone. Very important thoughts were running through my mind and none of it had to do with the business at hand!

Is it Prince? It kind of looks like him. Do I take a picture and tweet it? Would I be a brat for posting a picture to Twitter of Prince smoking in his underwear?

Yep, I’d be a brat and that would be a total invasion of Prince’s privacy. That’s where I drew the line and forgot about Prince (plus I had to start focusing on the meeting!)

PS – It wasn’t Prince.

Day 2
Champagne. Wine. Lunch. Wine. Dessert. Wine.

Not much to say here. “Business” lunches tend to be wine tasting events in this city. The upside of coming back to the office a bit loopy is that my French improves tenfold. The downside is that my attention span decreases twentyfold.

creme-brulee-parisDay 3
La Mom’s Faux Pas

Lunch at Cojean with the colleagues for designer sandwiches andcrème brulée for dessert. The crème brulée was packaged in a jar with a packet of éclats de caramel attached to sprinkle on top. Mmmmm.

I sprinkled and ate. Much to the horror of my colleagues.

Faut-pas faire ça!” they all screamed and looked on in disgust.

My faux pas?

Instead of letting the sprinkles sit on the crème brulée for at least a minute to give the crème a burnt appearance, I dug right in. Big faux pas. Only in France do you get yelled at for not eating a crème brulée correctly.

Working in France is going to be fun. Hey wait, I didn’t work too hard last week did I?

La Mom is an American mom living in Paris (16th arrondissement) for over a decade. She has a French husband (Big Cheese) and two French Fries (Big Fry & Small Fry). Visit her blog athttp://lamomparis.blogspot.com.

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One Response to “Diary of a Working Mom”

  1. Virginia says:

    I’m going to take your word for the packaged crème brulée with a pack of sprinkles. Pardon, but that sounds trés américain to moi!! The French keep changing the rules so we can never ever really catch up can we??
    V

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