Seaching for Jobs, Tennis and Steve Mcqueen

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Flag of France  , Île-de-France,
Tuesday, September 1, 2009

I just want to say that I think I have a man crush on Steve Mcqueen. There I said it. Steve Mcqueen is awesome. I'm going to come home, buy a Mustang and wear a turtle neck and sleep with beautiful women all the time. That's what I have decided!.......Almost as bad as Jesse's man crush on the Rock.

What have I been doing while back in Paris? Getting a job you say? Oh of course not. How about watching movies and wearing my hands out from too much friction!

Movies

I may have already said that I found a big old movie scene in Paris. They show all the old Deniro movies and what not. I have been to see Taxi Driver, as well as The Getaway  with Steve Mcqueen (King of Cool) as well as the Dirty Dozen. I have been doing a lot of reading about all sorts of things. Including, how Steve Mcqueen invented the bucket seat. Ok, I should say that it has been like Steve Mcqueen month for some reason at the French cinemas. So, the man crush has been enforced on me by the French film institute.

I also saw Inglorious Bastards. Only to realise that 70% of the movie is in another language and all the subtitles were in French. Being that Tarrantino has a lot of dialog in his movies I had no idea what was going on!

I should also say that I have been watching a lot of the late John Hughes movies as well as old Richard Pryor movies. It's like I am doing all those things that I always meant to do but never had the time for back home.

Tennis

I said I had worn my hands out. Well, my racquet arrived from E-bay a couple of weeks ago and I have been playing at the most awesome Tennis wall in the world. A tennis court complex not far from my flat has its own wall court designed just for hitting balls against a wall. The caretaker thought I was Italian when I tried to ask him “If the fortified stone walls were free to have tennis with” yes I did ask that. My hands were not used to the friction of the racquet. Need to build up the callouses again on my hands. Waiting for the blisters to die down before I return.

Haircut

I may have gotten the worst and most expensive haircut I ever had last week. I walked around my area physicking myself up for the haircut. I walked into the cheapest and most unisex “coiffure” as they are called here. I can't seem to find any men's barbers here. I asked for a “cut” in French. The girl walked me to the sink and said “shampoo?” I said “nah” “shampoo?” “no” “shampoo?” “Ok then”. You see the sign outside said shampoo and cut. I thought I could just get a cut. First time a girl had ever washed my hair for me.....

Then came the cutting. “Blah blah blah blah” she said while holding the scissors. I mesmerized from my French book to say. I would like just a trim please. Which of course she didn't understand at all. While starting to cut she said “Ok?”. I said “Just a little” Which I think she took as just a little left on my head. She cut my hair like my mum would cut my hair. She just got the scissors and cut as much off as she could. Strangely asking me when she got to my ears at the start how long I wanted it. I pretty much said as long as its not over my ears in gestures. She did that and made the rest of my hair very short. Using the scissors on one side and the clipper machine on the other in a random fashion. The end result is a 'rattigan like” crewcut which hair just hanging over my ears at the side. It is the worst haircut I have ever had and does nothing to cover my receding hairline. It amplifies it! 50 dollars well spent!! I think maybe she wasn't even a hairdresser, but a customer that I asked to cut my hair. Maybe I wasn't even in a hair salon. Who knows...

Searching for Jobs

I have been doing some job searching. I walked down a street filled with hotels and inquired at about 20. All said no! Some laughed at me. Some seemed offended me even asking, one
lady even waved me to walk out the door. One hotel owner told me I was applying at the worst possible time ever and told me to get serious. haha I also got drunk at a party and a French guy said he might be able to get me a job as a proof reader for their English outgoing documents! So far nothing has happened there. I spent a couple of days walking around to Irish pubs and what not. All of them asked me “have you tried” the Australian bar. See there is these 2 bars called Cafe Oz. They are always full of people but I can never walk in. I don't know why. Too cheesy maybe. They have all the Australian games playing there for all sports and I always stop out the front and say maybe tomorrow. That pub is the place I will go too once I give up trying everywhere else!
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