good news/bad news

it's always best to get the bad news over with first.

the bad news being, i'm newly unemployed. my status as an illegal was discovered! (by the owner of the diner i worked in.) as i may or may not have mentioned previously, in order to get the job i had told them i was in the process of "applying" for my work papers. unfortunately for me, the authorities have apparently been stricter lately, and there was a raid (that's what the owner said anyway, although maybe he just called it that for dramatic effect...) on a business down the street from us earlier in the week, in which other illegal workers were discovered. to make a long story short, to prevent me, my boss, and the restaurant from getting in trouble, i'm not allowed to work again until i have in my possession "something, anything" which would show that i am in fact applying for papers that would allow me to live and work here legally. unbeknownst to the friendly folks at the american diner, however, (who think i'm here for the next year...oops) that ain't happening anytime soon, since, in the eyes of the french government, i have no actual engagement here that would make me eligible to apply for a work/student/whatever visa.

the good news is i think i should have enough money to pay rent for july, and have a little left over to feed myself and do fun and/or free and/or cheap things until i leave in august.

i think.

the quasi-good (but potentially bad?) news is...i have absolutely nothing to do now. yes, this leaves lots of time for exploring the city and reading and watching movies and doing other fun things like that, but i also know that i don't tend to do very well without a routine to follow or responsibilities to attend to. for someone like me, who already tends to overthink everything, the extreme amounts of thinkin time afforded by my joblessness might not be the best or most productive thing for me.

alors, on verra. july is my last month in france, so i'll do my best to make it a sweet-ass one, and not get stuck in an irrational, totally unjustified funk.

in other news:

my lovely little canon powershot sd110 has been returned to meee! it's clean and shiny and doin its thang better than ever. ch-check it:

oh you know, just the back of notre dame, no biggie

also, the other night we ate at refuge des fondus in montmartre, which was, to quote the immortal words of bill s. preston, esq. and ted "theodore" logan, a most excellent adventure.

mostly because we got to drink wine out of baby bottles.

i leave you with this: