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Eurotrip
I’ve planned out our itinerary, and yes, Le Chef is coming with me! We plan to leave early May, and my thought is that we spend 3-4 days in London, take the train to Paris, then the sleeper to Berlin, then another sleeper to Prague, spending a day or so in each place, and spending the rest of our trip in Prague!
I would love to meet anyone in the London area, so let me know! We will be in town for a weekend, which probably suits most of your schedules – so plan on the first weekend in May, and let me know! I’d also love to hear of any hotspots we should hit up. The boy is really into history, so the main London touristy things will be had, and even though I’ve been to Paris before, I’m dying to see Notre Dame. And neither of us have been to Berlin or Prague, so any thoughts at all would be much appreciated!
Happy Friday!!
Goals.
So I turn 30 in May, and for my birthday, my mother offered me up their timeshare to use on a trip to Europe, like I’ve been talking about for a couple years now.
Great, I thought, logging into the site – I’ll find one in a city, and just spend a week exploring.
The bummer? None of the timeshares are actually IN cities. They are a couple of hours outside of the city.
And so my goal is to spend a week in London (because I totally love that city). I’ll just have to do it cheaply – ie, hostel.
Oh well, at least I’ll get to go!
Anyone want to fill up my evenings?? Or thoughts on what I should do while I’m there? I’ve done some of the touristy stuff, but local hotspots would be fab!
Changes.
Wow, July 11th, huh? Really? That was the last time I blogged? And I’m pretty sure I told you all that I would be back here regularly, updating this page, yada yada yada.
Well. Lots of change has happened, I suppose, but that’s really a crap excuse for me not blogging.
So, let’s begin.
Le Chef moved in officially in August, I suppose. He was let go from the restaurant job that we had done together, and had a hard time finding work after that. He helped out a small restaurant who desperately needed help, and asked for it, but it did not seem like they were truly ready to make the leap. It’s hard to help someone who asks for help but doesn’t really want to use it. He finally found a great position as one of four chefs working for an executive chef who has worked for the top french chefs in the world. It’s a great place for him to learn, and even though it’s a bit stressful and the hours are long, he’ll be learning a ton working under this man.
Once he got that job, which is right up the street from where I live, we decided to make it official. He moved all of his things up here, I cleaned out my closets, and we made space for him. We are both lucky enough to live in a small town, and are both able to walk to work.
Yup, that’s right, I can walk to work. That’s the other big change. When I wrote my last post, I was bored with work, and had planned on working on my resume and website, in order to possibly look for subcontractor work. I had reduced my hours at the firm (we were slow, and I had other subcontracting work for The Emperor), so I figured I could use a break from that place for the summer, and pick them back up in the fall.
Well, The Emperor got so busy that in July, he offered me a full time position. Me! At his independent firm! His first employee! You remember The Emperor, right? He’s the inspiration for the blog name!
It was a huge step for both of us. He had a ton of work to do, and not enough manpower to be able to handle it. And he assured me one year’s employment, and if we did well this year, we’ll hopefully be busy enough next year. It’s this industry, and there’s never any guarantee. So he took the leap and decided to hire his first employee, and I took the leap and accepted the offer. I’m making slightly more than I was, PLUS I don’t have an hour’s commute on each end. It’s been nice coming home for lunch and seeing Le Chef before he heads to work, and getting home at a decent hour in the evenings.
In July, I went to Chicago for a work conference, and was really inspired by some of the things I heard there. I’m trying to become more involved with the group of Emerging Professionals in my area, since I am technically the go-to person for my industry for people in similar career paths (in my state). Each state has someone like myself, plus each college has someone. We all get together and talk about the things we can do for interns/emerging professionals, and how we can help them become licensed. Which, incidentally, is what I am trying to do myself. And because the conference was so inspiring, it pushed me to sign up for my next exam, the hardest one, that I’ve been pushing off for over a year.
And now it’s on Thursday. I figure even if I do fail, I can easily retake it, and the next time I’ll know what exactly is on the exam. I’m worried about the formulas really – it’s structures and I’m not an engineer. There’s a reason I’m not an engineer – talking about steel puts me to sleep. And having worked in residential architecture for so long, I’m very accustomed to working with wood and concrete, but rarely do we run into steel. And who cares about sizing! I just want someone to tell me how big it is – I don’t want to do those darn calculations!
Dinner’s finished. I suppose it’s time to get back to those calculations
Mini Break.
The surprise weekend turned out to be fabulous. We headed for New Hampshire, but instead of turning off anywhere, we continued straight through.
“Don’t you need to turn here?” I asked.
“Nope. We’re driving straight through.”
“Oh, so we’re not going to New Hampshire?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, okay.” Now my mind began to wonder, because assuming we were going to New Hampshire I had some thoughts. Those were now out the window.
We sped past Boston, missed our turn onto 495, and around noon we arrived in Mendon, MA.
I’d never been in Mendon, let alone heard of it. And when the GPS turned us onto some back country dirt road, we both began to wonder.
“It says we’re almost there,” I point out.
“Sure. You just changed the directions so you can take me into the woods to kill me.”
“You’re so funny,” I retort, as the road gets darker and skinnier.
And then the GPS said we were nearly there, and that was when I saw where our final destination was: the Southwick Zoo. Apparently it is the largest zoo in New England, which also started off as a private farm.
“I thought this would’ve been more fun with my nephew, but they couldn’t make it. We can still have fun though!”
We got out of the car and headed in. It is a pretty large zoo, with lots of great animals, a deer feeding area, and a place where you can feed goats! Talk about the cutest creatures ever! The deer, on the other hand, were a bit scary, as they knew you had food, and they would headbutt you to get to your hand (those antlers are hard!). We did the sky tram, walked around, caught the end of the dog show, and I was grateful that the reptile exhibit was not what Le Chef thought it would be. I am SO not a reptile person.
Le Chef even insisted on buying me a souvenir, which he picked out a soft kangaroo he saw me admiring from across the room. Observant, isn’t he?
After that, we checked into our hotel, complete with a pool and hot tub (for later!), and headed off to Patriot’s Place (the nearest shopping/food area around). Plus, I had never been and my family had been talking about all the stuff to do there. We had some drinks and dinner at Toby Keith’s Bar & Grill, and wandered around the shops until the new Spiderman movie started. He even let me go into Charming Charlies, where they display the accessories by color!
The next day we headed into Boston to walk around. We walked up to the Old City Hall, where Maison Robert used to be, his first internship, we checked out Locke-Ober, where he had planned to take me, but was closed, and we headed to the waterfront for some cool breezes.
Then he proudly announced that we were sticking around till 4, at which time we had tickets to go see Blue Man Group.
After the show, we wandered through the Common, and sighed to each other at how nice it would be to live in the city, come to the Common on a nice day and lounge around. I miss the culture. I miss the variety.
It was a superb weekend, which was ended with the newest episode of The Newsroom. Seriously, you gotta check that out.

Monday morning I woke up to this text from Lil Sis. Her boyfriend had taken her away to Bar Harbor for the weekend, and they too had returned on Sunday.
I couldn’t stop laughing for a few hours. That’s what happens when you live at home and Mom decides to help you unpack.
The Fourth of July and a Surprise Weekend.
The Fourth of July was a pretty stress-free and low-key day for Le Chef and I. I had lunch with my mum, then headed home to hang out with Le Chef for the afternoon. We ended up trying out the new French restaurant in town that serves afternoon tea! It was delicious, and pretty inexpensive. I really enjoy the fact that Le Chef will do these sorts of things with me – it was even his idea!
So we sat down to tea around 3:30, enjoying some Marigold Oolong, a goat cheese salad, some mini sandwiches and a cheese plate. Yum!
We walked around town for a bit, and around 8 went to the local pub for some dinner. The dessert menu at the French place had looked superb, so he suggested we head back there for dessert and drinks with my gal pal.
Because we live on the ocean, fog is a major bummer when it comes to fireworks, so they rescheduled them for Thursday. Le Chef cooked up some tacos and we brought the wine and s’mores up to my deck to catch them.
We toasted the s’mores on my little gas grill, which took forever! But Le Chef is handy with that sort of thing 🙂
As for this weekend, he is whisking me away for a surprise weekend to New Hampshire! That’s all I know, and that’s all I want to know – I like surprises!
I’ll fill you all in when we get back on Monday!!
This isn’t just shagging – a mini break means true love! ~ Bridget Jones
Leap of Faith.
So I made the leap – hopefully I won’t eff up and lose my entire blog completely! I’ve been seriously considering some sub-contracting work (and with the job situation, it’s a real possibility), so I’m attempting to try my hand at small web design to eventually create a public website for my work. Fingers crossed that all goes well, and that my name isn’t taken by the time I’m ready to create that one!
Another thing is that I’m a bit bored at the moment. Mentally. Physically I’m go-go-go! But mentally I’m just a bit bored and uninspired. So I’m hoping that this blog will bring back some of my creativity and desire to try new things.
Let’s see how it goes. I hope you join me!
Foundations.
It’s been forever since I’ve written. I want to get back into blogging, and yet I have no idea where to start. And I’m coming up on seven years of blogging.
I want to tell you that things are amazing. That Le Chef is unbelievable and we are both doing fantastic. That we opened up the restaurant I put my heart and soul into and that it is thriving.
I want to tell you that I love my job, my career, and that it is rewarding.
I want to tell you that I am content in my small place in Maine.
But I can’t.
The restaurant turned into a nightmare. Le Chef was let go because his house manager wanted his job and she sabotaged him. And now I get to be the lucky person to make whatever she needs happen. Not my job, right? Well, we do what the client asks, no matter if it’s in my career scope or not.
I want to tell you that because of this that I still love my job. But I’m bored. And it’s slow here. And the big, fancy projects that I did have didn’t turn out to be as rewarding as I expected. And I feel like we make mistakes, big mistakes, and no one ever takes any responsibility for them, nor do they feel bad about it. And that doesn’t sit well with me.
I’m contemplating some changes. I’ve made some, which go into effect later this week, but they haven’t happened quite yet, so I’m still stressed and uneasy. Maybe once these changes happen, my stress with the other things will lessen up because it’s not as big a part of my life as it once was.
What I can tell you is that aside from the difficulties of losing his job, my relationship with Le Chef is amazing. After eight months of ‘I’m not sure’, we are on track, are moving in together, and… well, it wouldn’t surprise me. He’s the best thing that’s come into my life, and I am very, very happy with him. He’s a true partner, and for once in my stream of relationships, I feel taken care of.
We’re a team. And because of that, none of the other stuff really matters.
Disheartened.
I’m a bit disheartened at the moment. Actually, it’s been more than a moment. While I was (not) busy writing to you all about Le Chef this winter, other things were happening.
Mainly, my job. Last fall, I was lucky enough to become the project manager on this really fabulous, extremely well known – nationwide project. I was so proud, I wanted everyone I knew to know that this is what I get to do everyday.
By November, the sparkle had started to wear off. I was introduced to the Interior Designer, and she had been fighting me over every design decision for that entire month. I spent a month redesigning the kitchen, because the interior designer didn’t like it.
It’s a common theme – architects do not like interior desigers, and this blogger states the disconnect pretty well: https://www.lifeofanarchitect.com/cant-we-all-just-get-along/
But – even reading through that interesting post about the relationship we have with Interior Designers, my biggest issue is that there is NO respect for the architect (in this particular case, and a coworker’s similar case – different ID). I find it very hard to have respect for someone when they will not even give you the time of day on your first meeting.
The other issue I’m having is that I’m not dealing with a real Interior Designer, but a so-called Interior Designer. You know, those people that have decorated a friend or two’s house, maybe an inn, and think they can do it for real? Yeah – those people.
So while we fought all winter about this damn project, and most of the time she won, because I’m terrible at fighting, and she fights dirty (read: threw me under the bus at any possible moment in front of EVERYONE).
And now she’s here. For two months. Making the contractor tear down walls, and reconfigure rooms because SHE couldn’t read the floor plans I had sent her months ago, and of course, because “Lpeg eff’d me OVER!”
Seriously. She yelled that, in the middle of a residential street, during a yelling match with another contractor.
Classy, eh?
And so I’m disheartened. This project that I put so much time, energy, and TEARS into, is getting torn apart by an Interior Designer. She’s supposed to decorate the space, not MOVE WALLS.
And I don’t even feel like I can stop in and look at the progress anymore, for fear that I’ll round the corner, and she’ll be there, and start yelling at me.
I don’t want to tell everyone that I’m involved in this project anymore. I can’t stand what she’s done to it – it’s horrendous! She changed windows, she tore out bathrooms, the siding is this icky green.
It makes me want to cry.
Miss Lpeg, I Love You.
Ughhhh!?!??
I glanced at the clock. 4:45am. My phone was ringing loudly. I glanced at the caller ID and saw that if was Le Chef. He must be worrying about this job offer, I thought.
Hello?
Hi, sorry to wake you up.
What’s going on? Everything okay?
Yeah, yeah. We went out for Germaine’s birthday. We drank a lot, but I just wanted to call and tell you something.
Okay, what’s up? I sit up in bed, preparing myself.
I love you. I just wanted to tell you that. I love you…. Miss Lpeg, I LOVE you.
Ohhh babe, I love you too.
I just wanted to call and tell you that.
Well, that’s a good reason to call, I said, a smile forming on my face.
I’ve never said that before. It’s hard for me, but I wanted to tell you.
Are you just figuring that out now? I ask, jokingly.
No, I just wanted to tell you. You’re a good woman.
Oh, I know that, I laughed.
He laughed harder. Leave it to me to be witty at 4am.
Miss Lpeg… I love you.
Two Months.
It’s been two months since he left. I didn’t even write about the entire month of November with him, I was too busy being with him. We got closer. We laughed. We waited for his time to leave to arrive. I got anxious. I was afraid we would never speak again, even though my heart told me he was feeling something for me, too.
And then he was gone.
I tried not to text him, not to send him funny messages about my day. To hold my restraint. I didn’t want to come off as that needy, crazy girl who didn’t get the picture.
But I didn’t need to worry. Come Monday morning, and he’s been gone for two days, I received this at work:
It’s been two months, and I hear from him almost every day. And most days, it’s him sending me messages first. I miss you. I wish you were here. I miss your smile.
There are hundreds of text messages sent since the end of November. And finally, in three weeks, I will be going to visit him. I’m excited and looking forward to it.
And when he comes home? He’s applying for the job closer to me, as opposed to the one two hours away.
Why? Are you sure you don’t want to go to [job further away]?
No, this is a better career move. Plus I get to be with you, silly.
We’ve even talked about moving in together.
And I’m still as head over heels crazy about him as the day he left. Maybe more, since I feel more grounded in this whole relationship. I’ve been cool, calm and collected – the laid back chick, the relaxed, hey, whatever works girl.
And it’s worked.
Then again, I’ve been that way because he makes me feel secure with this whole, exciting adventure.
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