I waited for 2 hours at the prefecture...

Friday, October 24, 2008

...and all I got was this lousy stamp.

A two-hour wait for a two-minute visit

Besides arguing with a 4-foot tall fellow étrangere for her audacious (although kind of brilliant) line-cutting (she came late, pulled out a number that had already been called from the garbage and told the lady at the window to see her now since her number had already passed - I don't think so, lady), not much drama went down at the préfecture today. Not that I'm complaining or anything. Now, it's just a countdown to my medical visit, and, if things go smoothly (yes, I'm being sarcastic), then I'll have my carte de sejour before we head to the States for the holidays.

I think I'll go celebrate my success today with a little "Friday Night Drinks"...and maybe some good ol' pub food!


Emily Marie said...

Don't worry you will get it before heading home! The whole process is frustrating but it will all turn out ok. And I can't believe that line-cutter, I would have smacked a biotch!!

Josephine said...

That's my girl. Don't let anyone push you around and it has nothing to do with their height, weight, width, length!

Zhu said...

I don't any place less efficient than the préfecture.

Oh actually, I do: the CROUS (university grants, scholarship, housing, etc.). Stay away from the one!

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