My Kind of Town

Chicago has been fun the past couple of days. Yesterday I saw Ivanka Trump, but I didn't think it was her, because I didn't think it made sense, but then after talking to other associates I found out that she is running the new Trump Hotel and is often in Chicago.

Who knew?

Then, today I saw Britney Spears with her two sons, a nanny, and several body guards. It is so weird seeing celebrities at work. Britney really does look like she has things together right now. But I was surprised at how short she is, she isn't any taller than me. I guess I always thought she was taller.

Wow, VEHBD is fun!

I just wish I had my phone with me.

VEHBD

Today was my second day in the very expensive hand bag department (VEHBD). It seems to be going well. The one girl I've met that I work with seems very nice. I like her. Selling very expensive hand bags makes you lose perspective of things. I keep telling myself that I will get a bag, but then I remember I have to pay my rent.

Anyhow, yesterday the city was invaded by French people. I don't know why! But I swear I haven't spoken that much french since I left Perpignan. It was awful, well, actually my French was awful, but the experience was kind of fun in a weird challenging way.

The city has also been invaded by Brits. I love the British! They are so adorable! They have cute accents, great TV shows (Have you checked out JEKYLL yet?) and are so friendly. Today, however, I made a complete fool of myself in front of the most beautiful man I have even seen. He had dark hair, blues eyes, and of course an accent that made me go weak at the knees. He asked me for directions and all I could think was "Damn, you're hot. Take me with you." It was embarrassing. I know I gave him the wrong directions, but I honestly couldn't think straight. I wish I had looked cute today!

Trust me... I'm a psychopath!

Alrighty Kiddos, I have found a new show that I absolutely adore. It is only 6 episodes long and of course is a BBC production. "Jekyll" written by our good friend Steven Moffat, who I am sure you remember wrote many memorable episodes for "Doctor Who" including some of my favorites; "Blink", "The Girl in the Fireplace" and "The Doctor Dances".

If you haven't guessed by the title of the show, it is a modern day take on the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It stars an actor named James Nesbitt ( can I tell you how much I love his name! Nesbitt!) and he is fabulous in the show. I am amazed at his range.

Because I can't decide which clip to show you (I love them all) I have included several scenes from the show. I caught it on Netflix, but I am sure those of you who are more internet savvy can find it somewhere else! Enjoy:

Too Much, Much Too Much

I had several customers flash me at work.

Why?

Well, for some reason people are just too comfortable around me. They feel the need to show me their bras and underwear just for the hell of it. The most outrageous was a lady who first rolled down her dress to check a cup size against her bra IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SALES FLOOR, then she asked me to grab her something and when I took it to her dressing room she opened the door to me and was standing there in a g-string and her bra. Then she asked me to look at a different bra and totally just whipped the first one off and put on the new one. I can't handle it. I really can't.

Good thing I move to hand bags next week.

I think I'm allowed to call security on the people who decide to flash me there.

I Paid For These, They Should Still Be A "D".

Sometimes crazy things happen in the Intimate Department. Today, several crazy things happened. I had a customer ask my bra size and then talk really loudly about my size in front of myself and the customers behind her. Then, we had a customer tell us she bought her boobs and they were shrinking. She seemed a little upset, but come on. Why would you pay for boobs? Plus, I've heard that after you get a boob job you never need a bra again because they don't move, so why was she bra shopping?

Anyhow, the craziest thing that happen today was my first Celebrity sighting. Rumer Willis, who was here in Chicago promoting her new movie, stopped in to look at CK underwear. She seemed nice, I said hello to her and asked her if she needed help after she wandered the sales floor pretty aimlessly for 10 minutes. I really wanted to take a picture to prove it you all, but I don't think I'm allow to photograph customers, or have my cell phone on the floor for that matter. The sad thing was that my co-workers didn't know who she was. I kept saying her name and they thought I was crazy. Apparently I am the only Pop culture junkie at work.

He's snarkastic.

I've learned a few things over the weekend:

--You can buy Utz potato chip at World Market.

--If a restaurant breaks a plate on your dinner you get a free meal

--You aren't allowed to walk around the Hancock lounge

--The Onion can make me laugh even when I'm not in the mood to laugh

--Gargling aspirin water really makes a sore throat feel better, but it leaves a bitter taste in the back of your mouth

--Most old people are wise, but some aren't. Like 70 years who ride the "L" with their family.

--"The Time Traveler's Wife" is a great movie. I don't care what the critics say. Plus it's film in Chicago!

It's better to help people than garden gnomes.

The past few days I have been homesick. Not homesick for MI, but homesick for Paris. I really feel like it is my hometown and right about now all I want is to go home. Every time I see a plane loop over the lake and my apartment to land at O'Hare I feel a pang of jealously. I just think about all those people coming and going and wish I could too.

So, in my desperation I made Nutella and banana crepes from my Julia Child cooking book that Moi gave me for Christmas. They were very yummy and only made me miss Paris more.

Then of course there has been the craziness of Chicago. My co-workers are fighting amongst themselves and a couple of very creepy guys hoovered around me at the park today forcing me to leave early.OH, and let's not forget the Chicago birds that seem to hate me. They are pooping on me all the time. I have been cleaning my work suits left and right...

Ok, sorry for the complaining. In good news my apartment is almost completely clean and ready for my mom's visit this weekend!