I have survived not one, not two, but three days on the job. For the most part I search databases all day long from ten until seven. But I get Sunday and Monday off, and a half day on Saturday, so life is good. I also eat my lunch at the base of the Eiffel Tower.
I feel like taking photos every day I turn the corner and see it looming over the library, but the camera kind of ruins the French Worker aesthetic I've got going on here. I've got dress pants and everything and I feel really awesome on the bus going to and from work, and the other day an American lady stopped me and asked me for directions. Sadly, physically I don't resemble the French much (only Americans ask me for directions because French people know I'm not French), so instead of suave & bossy & chic I'm going for clean & competent & chic. It suits me better anyway. ;)