It's been a roller coaster kinda day and it's not even 1 pm.
Okay, I woke up late amidst weird dreams of being abord the titanic (hey! i have no control over my dreams kay!) ...realizing at 7.15 am that I HAVE to finish my rapport de stage today because i have to get my boss to sign it cause he won't be there on monday.
Me and my bright ideas. I launch into a frenzied process of making the page the garde.
7.20 am : Mandi
7.40 am : Waited for the damn pc to open my rapport
7.45 am : Look in vain at the not inspiring page the garde - no pictures possible, not even sure of
my sujet de stage. COPY PASTE logo!!!
8.00 am : what?? the tuteur en bas is enseignant tuteur!!! Bukak email carik statut enseignant
tuteur....stupid, stupid pc with no ram, it's taking ages!!
8.15 am : Print! Print!Where's the hard paper?
8.30 am : Okay...freak out on the phone with di for 2 minutes. Take whatever bus there is lar.
8.40 am : Where's the damn bus?? Freak out on the phone with Beb.
8.45 am : On bus. Feels quite stressed with Beb's attempt at making me feel guilty for saying
that i "fell in love" with Anakin Skywalker in Star Wars 2.
9.05 am : Futilely try to escape Beb's analysis of me : the player, him : so misjudged.
9.15 am : Arrive at Magnan. Already late for work!
9.45 am : Arrive at work. Boss thinks I woke up late. I know better.
Finally it wasn't as bad as it seems. He read my rapport...said it wasn't bad but there were french problems like crazy but ça va kot. He said...it's okay, we don't have to correct it because it will seem like it wasn't me who wrote it. So, plenty french faults will gain me extra marks because i wrote it?
Takpe. Haha! We have arrived at the high point of the day. Pierre (the other Pierre) called me into the conference room.
Voilà! A cheque for 350€!!!
For me!
Let's recap : I have very little work. I have flexible hours. All the work consist of making tableaux en Excel. I take every pont. I've even skipped work a couple of times (woke up late, can't leave boyfriend, no train etc). When i go to meetings i get treated great lunch with desserts and everything. In the office, i work 20% of the time. The rest I research unrelated subject like Templars, Time magazine, blog and every point me and beb ever argue about. My grasp on current event is not bad particularly American politics.
So, trust me : 350€ on top of the 1500€ I'll receive from JPA is......i'm out.of.words. I like France now.
So there i was...lunchtime and ecstatic.
I go out to lunch cause i miss the club poulet even tho di's still at home. And it looks dark.
All of a sudden. WHOOSH!
It rains like it's monsoon season. Seriously, no joke. I wait up in a telephone booth eating my sandwich. And the rain gets worst. The sky is completely dark. I'm waiting for a bus because I can't wait my whole lunch hour in a telephone booth.
The bus comes and i make a run for it. I underestimated the graveness of the rain.
I'm now soaked and the whole bus watches me in pitying fascination. Soaked to the skin i tell you!
Worse, it's the wrong bus and i end up 100m away from the office. I try to go to a brasserie nearby. For tea. Everywhere there are people huddled under shades.
I ask for tea (i'm still holding a sandwich) and the proprietaire says : you can't just order tea ...you have to eat where you buy food (or some crap about brasseries having TVA.
In short : he's asking me to leave. Imagine this : a young girl walks into your shop soaked to the skin and buying something. You ask her to leave. Tell me again that France is a compassionate country.
I'm out of words to argue with him. And really bad at French and arguing in general. I mean : people always say the French are bad at business. this is why : the place was near empty and i'll pay for whatever i order- why let a customer go? This is why the Chinese will always be better.
All my enthusiasm for the world is gone. Popped by a brasserie owner. I hate france and all things French again.
Still soaked, I run back to my office. Anselme jaw drop at my drowning rat impressionation.
5 minutes after that, i look out the office window and it's bright outside, the sun is back.
Irony i tell you. Like all of life.
Okay, I woke up late amidst weird dreams of being abord the titanic (hey! i have no control over my dreams kay!) ...realizing at 7.15 am that I HAVE to finish my rapport de stage today because i have to get my boss to sign it cause he won't be there on monday.
Me and my bright ideas. I launch into a frenzied process of making the page the garde.
7.20 am : Mandi
7.40 am : Waited for the damn pc to open my rapport
7.45 am : Look in vain at the not inspiring page the garde - no pictures possible, not even sure of
my sujet de stage. COPY PASTE logo!!!
8.00 am : what?? the tuteur en bas is enseignant tuteur!!! Bukak email carik statut enseignant
tuteur....stupid, stupid pc with no ram, it's taking ages!!
8.15 am : Print! Print!Where's the hard paper?
8.30 am : Okay...freak out on the phone with di for 2 minutes. Take whatever bus there is lar.
8.40 am : Where's the damn bus?? Freak out on the phone with Beb.
8.45 am : On bus. Feels quite stressed with Beb's attempt at making me feel guilty for saying
that i "fell in love" with Anakin Skywalker in Star Wars 2.
9.05 am : Futilely try to escape Beb's analysis of me : the player, him : so misjudged.
9.15 am : Arrive at Magnan. Already late for work!
9.45 am : Arrive at work. Boss thinks I woke up late. I know better.
Finally it wasn't as bad as it seems. He read my rapport...said it wasn't bad but there were french problems like crazy but ça va kot. He said...it's okay, we don't have to correct it because it will seem like it wasn't me who wrote it. So, plenty french faults will gain me extra marks because i wrote it?
Takpe. Haha! We have arrived at the high point of the day. Pierre (the other Pierre) called me into the conference room.
Voilà! A cheque for 350€!!!
For me!
Let's recap : I have very little work. I have flexible hours. All the work consist of making tableaux en Excel. I take every pont. I've even skipped work a couple of times (woke up late, can't leave boyfriend, no train etc). When i go to meetings i get treated great lunch with desserts and everything. In the office, i work 20% of the time. The rest I research unrelated subject like Templars, Time magazine, blog and every point me and beb ever argue about. My grasp on current event is not bad particularly American politics.
So, trust me : 350€ on top of the 1500€ I'll receive from JPA is......i'm out.of.words. I like France now.
So there i was...lunchtime and ecstatic.
I go out to lunch cause i miss the club poulet even tho di's still at home. And it looks dark.
All of a sudden. WHOOSH!
It rains like it's monsoon season. Seriously, no joke. I wait up in a telephone booth eating my sandwich. And the rain gets worst. The sky is completely dark. I'm waiting for a bus because I can't wait my whole lunch hour in a telephone booth.
The bus comes and i make a run for it. I underestimated the graveness of the rain.
I'm now soaked and the whole bus watches me in pitying fascination. Soaked to the skin i tell you!
Worse, it's the wrong bus and i end up 100m away from the office. I try to go to a brasserie nearby. For tea. Everywhere there are people huddled under shades.
I ask for tea (i'm still holding a sandwich) and the proprietaire says : you can't just order tea ...you have to eat where you buy food (or some crap about brasseries having TVA.
In short : he's asking me to leave. Imagine this : a young girl walks into your shop soaked to the skin and buying something. You ask her to leave. Tell me again that France is a compassionate country.
I'm out of words to argue with him. And really bad at French and arguing in general. I mean : people always say the French are bad at business. this is why : the place was near empty and i'll pay for whatever i order- why let a customer go? This is why the Chinese will always be better.
All my enthusiasm for the world is gone. Popped by a brasserie owner. I hate france and all things French again.
Still soaked, I run back to my office. Anselme jaw drop at my drowning rat impressionation.
5 minutes after that, i look out the office window and it's bright outside, the sun is back.
Irony i tell you. Like all of life.
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