This may not seem that impressive but I tried valiantly to do laundry on Wednesday and failed through no fault of my own. I put my things in the laundry machine downstairs, soap and everything, including my sheets and towel. So I came back 40 minutes later and the machines were off. So I went and asked in the office. The maintenance guy came and showed me how he tried to flip the fuse switch and it did nothing, as though that was the end of the conversation and all that he could possibly do about it. He told the secretary to reimburse me my 3 euros. The thing is I didn’t really give a crap about the 3 euros, it was the fact that my laundry (sheets, towel, etc.) was sitting in a pool of soapy water. So I dragged it out, wrung it out, and then guess what got to carry it wet (HEAVY) up four flights of stairs because they haven’t yet fixed the elevator either. I think these people live under the illusion that everyone in this building is French and goes home every weekend so they don’t care what condition they live in here. So they don’t give a real crap about fixing things. (The laundry machines get switched off and stop working all the time, this is just the first time that it happened while my stuff is in there.) Unfortunately there’s about 30 Erasmus kids and then us other random fer’ners hanging about who don’t have extra sets of sheets and towels and mom and dad a half hour away.
End of rant. So far the laundry machine didn’t go out on me so fingers are crossed for the dryer now.
Not that this place is in bad condition, really. I mean my kitchen works and everything. But I certainly think the people downstairs could take their jobs more seriously. My room smells like mildew now because of all the laundry hanging everywhere not drying.
My job on the other hand is going well. I got the third-year students for the first time this week and they’re pretty friendly. More names to learn. SO many Paulines, Damiens, Juliens, Thibaults, and C?©c??le/C?©lines. Surprisingly, very few Marions.
So as soon as my laundry gets done drying (knock on wood) I’m going to go out and shop for some Christmas presents and whatnot. The sun looks like it’s maybe sort of peeking out today which is all the excuse I need.
Final complaint: Dad says I got a letter from UT asking me to prove that my current job is temporary so that they can classify me as a Texas resident. This means they want a letter from my employer certifying that my job is temporary. This irritates me: 1) because EVERY foreign job in France is temporary and it’s the bane of many people’s existence 2) because my employers, um, DON’T SPEAK ENGLISH. And I’m fairly certain the people at UT don’t speak French. So I think I’m going to copy my work contracts for the past two years and highlight the dates and let them figure out that since I was living in France, I was obviously not the resident of any other state in the US. And if that doesn’t work then well screw you Texas. I’ll just head north.
See, I got in some complaining about American administrators to make up for the complaining about the French ones.
And on a final positive note… it’s the weekend!