Lately however my job title has been popping up in unexpected (and unfortunate) places. After Colette was born, Grégoire had three days to declare her birth at the town hall and confirm that he was indeed the father. There were endless forms to fill out asking for our address, date of birth blah blah blah and our professions. When Grégoire returned to the hospital he presented me with Coco's birth certificate and there it was in black and white for all of history and the world to see, "Colette, daughter of Mary, standardiste - receptionist..." I looked up at Grég who started apologizing immediately, "Sorry Mary, I didn't know what to put.... and you weren't there...but since your blog doesn't make any money I didn't think I should put blogger...anyway it's just a job Mary. When you are famous you will look back and laugh!"
For as much as I try to detach myself from my job like a good French person I just don't seem to be able to. Must be the American in me. Note to self: Must find a new job soon.