"McCain or Obama?"
Only my mother knows that a cold sweat was running down my back at this moment. During a beauty pageant in high school there was an interview process if you made it so far in the contest. Well, I made it in and to my surprise the girls question in front of me was..."What would you do if you were the President of the United States Right now?" Her response..."If I was Bush (who the hell is Bush? Remember I'm sixteen.) I would go in there and kick Saddam Husain's butt (who?@$$)." Let's just say current events not exactly my thing. Now, in my thirties, all I'm thinking at this point in my life is what does this room of men want to hear out of me? And which answer is going to get my son the best hair cut?
When an ex-pat moves to France you are given many books of literature. Filled with bilingual Dr's and Schools. You feel fabulous. So, taken care of. But, wait. Nothing is ever as simple as it seems in your mind. That great school, that sounds fabulous. Full. Oh, you are not on the waiting list? Didn't you know when you became pregnant with your now four year old, that one day you would move to France? No. Oh, that is unfortunate, sorry. I feel a curse word deep inside of me that wants to come out.
Now, on to the Doctors. Again, move to France, get a list of English speaking Dr's. Oh you silly fool. Should have asked for a list of French speaking bitchy receptionist that claim Doc does not speak English. Here is a little tip to the English speaking Pediatricians in France...hire a bilingual receptionist!!! If they cannot make an appointment in English take your name off of the English speaking list!!!! So, I call my friend Katie to vent and I get the name and number of Docteur Nancy Salzman. Guess what. Receptionist...completely bilingual. We have an appointment! So, if you ever find yourself in France and need a Docteur you can reach her by drsalzman@noos.fr She is a family Physician and has the nicest front desk in all of France!
Finally, after this day of phone calls I have a small confession. I might be a tad bit drunk while writing this blog. I blame it all on Katie! Actually, I will say it was the best evening in France I have had so far! We met the friendliest waitress in all of Rue St. Charles and I will post the name of the place as soon as I know it. Might, be a while, I feel a headache coming in the morning.
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