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