They say it is important to think every evening about the day that has just finished: what was done, what are the results, etc. In the morning, Bagelstein called me. I had an interview this Wednesday with David. They were looking for a seller of bagels, part time, 5 days a week, 2 hours per day and 5 hours on Saturday. David’s charmful voice with a slight German accent (Alsace?) informed me gently that my application was not chosen. Ah, OK, thank you for your call, I said. It’s a pity, I almost fell in love with your voice and silent cows’ eyes, I thought.
Abercrombie invitation in the afternoon. The girl sounded like a robot. She spoke so fast, but I agreed with everything, although I had no idea of what she was talking about. I cannot remember all the positions I applied to. Thanks to my philological compétences and Google search skills, I grasped the adress (Champs-Élysées!) and the date of our rendez-vous the next week, and reconstructed the entire conversation.
Many letters from Pôle emploi this evening. I applied for an unemployment compensation. One of the letters says I cannot draw it, the type of my residence permit gives me no right for such a démarche. Thank you guys it was very helpful. At least you proved me once more that if you’re drowning, you’re on your own.
The only difference is that I am not drowning. Still, I am on my own and I love it. I love meeting people of Paris in this way, as a job searcher. I almost became a professional ethnographer thanks to all the interviews I was invited to.
How to survive in Paris 