Friday, 18 April 2008

into the fire...

We went back to Wales last week for a week's 'holiday'. I'm putting the speech marks around this as it turned out to be quit stressful (in a niceish way). The computer went on the blink the week previously and mum was waiting for us to come home to sort it out! The problem was, when we turned it on, it started smoking!! I ran for my life thinking it was gong to explode and the computer was declared good for the scrapheap! All this meant that it became our task to kit my parents out with a new computer. Three return trips to the pc shop (on three consecutive days) and voila, we have a new computer. I then had to install everything on it and figure the new Windows Vista for myself. I'm pleased i could do it all otherwise my parents would have had to pay someone to come do it for them!

I was left feeling that the week was all about reparing stuff and taking trips to shops to get things replaced (the first monitor we got with the new pc was damagd too!) grrr and was looking forward to coming back to France to have my second week of school holidays.

So, back in France and the very first thing I hear is a voicemail message from our new landlady who has just thrown another spanner in the works concerning my paperwork I need to provide to be able to be a tenant. So it goes, I need a guarentor for the rent (if i can't pay, they pay in my place) but as I'm not French, there is no one in France that can be my guarentor. There are schemes in place to deal with this problem but the landlady has to pay a nominal fee in order for it to be put through. She has just refused. Tight fisted indeed, especially as it was her who told me about the scheme. So, earlier this week I went to the bank on the hope that they could do something for me. Apparently not, the bank man didn't know of any sort of the thing that could help me. Spontaneously, I burst into tears! Classy, composed girl that I am, but this seemed to rouse something in the bank man (he probably just didn't know how to deal with a sobbing foreign girl) and he swiftly rang his boss to ask if they could help me....and yes, they could in fact help me! I felt totally ashamed that I cried in front of the bank man but it seemed to do me some good I guess. Knowing that my landlady is a bit odd, he even handwrote a note to give to her so that she will believe me when I say she needs to give the bank a document....

It's ridiculous the hoops I have to jump through here in France. It just got all too much for in the bank man's office. I wouldn't worry too much if I wasn't written on the house contract, but I fear it will cause problems further down the would I prove where I live? and I doubt that the landlady would talk to me like a tenant if I wasn't on her dam contract!

Just another day in the life of my franglophone life in France I guess.

1 comment:

Leah said...

Got your message on my blog, so you're not doing the CAPES then?

I can't speak for all the lectrice jobs if you have to be interviewed and I know that not all the jobs consist of the same work. But, I was interviewed for both of mine and one I got 3rd place and the other 4th. The 4th place one had more responsibilities and seemed more challenging and I think they wanted someone who already had experience, a higher degree and/or who was older(they interviewed 15-20 people, so I guess 4th place isn't too bad afterall!!) The other job, I know who got placed before me and the person who got 1st place had connections and the person who got 2nd had a year's experience as a lectrice and I'm positive that's why they got placed before me.

The second one was the one I wanted. That one was pretty annoying, actually, because the 1st girl ended up not taking the job because she had applied on a whim to come back and be with her ex-boyfriend who didn't want to be together and the second girl already got a job as an assistant, can only do the job for 1 year since it's 2 yrs maximum and she already did it this year, plus she'll have the right to work in September, but she took it anyway. So, that sucks for me...I missed it by 1 spot.

I wouldn't stress too much, maybe there's not an interview or maybe the postes are not high-demand like here. In any case, don't you have the right to work already? You could always be a vacataire at the universities getting paid a ton to teach English when the English teachers and lecteurs aren't available. You'll find something, t'inquiete!

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