Mauvaise Humeur

So after checking with a few stores and painstakingly reading French technical explanations, I came to realize that it’s impossible to get internet without a telephone line. The exception is for people who have a cell phone plan with SFR. Hey, I have a plan with them! But wait, you also need a French bank account. Well, these are the breaks. Break it up, break it up, break it up, break down.

Someone responded to my poster, which read (in French) “Do you have a place on the wifi system? I’ll pay you forty euro for your place!” It was kind of awesome, because the guy who responded actually spoke worse French than me. We agreed to go in and officially make the switch on Monday, but since I got to the dorm first I went to check with the office about if this was all kosher. Their response? They’ve had a spot on the wifi system, so they can set me up right away. Thanks for letting me know, guys. Obviously the waiting list is a joke.

But there’s more. The guy didn’t know how to register Macs, and he refused to help under the guise that his English wasn’t good enough. I switched the language of my computer to French, but he still refused. So I basically just sat down in his office and stared at him until he got a girl to register my computer on the system. I was kind of mad that he implied that my French was a barrier in helping me, so I spoke only French for the entire process thereafter. To compensate for embarrassment over the fact that he can’t do his job, he refused to speak French to me also. So we were both at a linguistic disadvantage that lead to a lot of misunderstandings. He kept telling me to type “e”, which in French means “I”. This is only one example.

And hey, guess what doesn’t work today? Yeah. The wifi. I’m typing this at home on word, and looking forward to a six dollar martini in exchange for transportation to the information super highway.

I had an interview with Prada today. The guy literally told me that I would be considered to be a salesperson, but one who wasn’t paid. They I was like, “umm, can I have money?” and he was like, “do you want money?” Seriously? Anyway, it looks kind of terrible. So unless they offer me some sweet remuneration, I think I’m going to pass. Besides, I don’t think I can deal with three more months of people saying “like the movie!” That movie wasn’t even about Prada, guys.