url for new blog, in romanian this time.
http://scurt.wordpress.com/
Friday, February 23, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
extras
ok, i know i should have finished with this, but now that i'm telling ppl the true story live, i realized that i forgot to say many many things...
i didn't mention the creepy guy from south africa who walked around only in his bath robe like he was highlander or something, and who was certifiably crazy. he said he is African-American, but he's been living in france for a long time and before that he lived in England. or i didn't get it.
he heard my friend speaking english in the kitchen, and he asked her what nationality she was, and when she said Polish...he yelled "How can you speak english then?"
i guess i forgot to mention the cooking circle, made up of everchanging chinese girls, distinguishable only by height...they kept on coming..and cooking, all the time, all kinds of things..and as soon as i left the kitchen, they always took my things either from the stove or the microwave so they could cook even more...more..
for christmas they were 20. the sink died. it drowned in pasta and soy sauce. i didn't think a sink could look like that. poor thing.
and my favourite story: the moving shit...
somehow some ppl have aiming problems. it's hard to imagine, since a toilet is made larger than a jar in size, and a jar is pretty much all the space you would need.
anyway, it wasn't uncommon to have traces of shit on the toilet edge. but once, and only once (thank god) the shit moved..it went crazy...
there was a line oriented from the toliet to the door, and strangely enough it climbed up, went on the edge of the door. for a second, the trail was lost. but then the smell reoriented me to the path... another line, thicker this time, engulfed under the shower door. opened the door, and then it continued on the wall, and found it's death in the sewers.
we will miss it.
there were two cats in the residence, pretty friendly and almost obese. one day, i saw one of them on the hall, but i was in a hurry so i ran out the fire exit. i noticed the cat went out after me, but i was so in a hurry that i kept on running. and the cat after me. for about 2 minutes. it's like it was a mad dog out to get me. i still don't get what all that was about...
ok, must stop with this blog already.
i didn't mention the creepy guy from south africa who walked around only in his bath robe like he was highlander or something, and who was certifiably crazy. he said he is African-American, but he's been living in france for a long time and before that he lived in England. or i didn't get it.
he heard my friend speaking english in the kitchen, and he asked her what nationality she was, and when she said Polish...he yelled "How can you speak english then?"
i guess i forgot to mention the cooking circle, made up of everchanging chinese girls, distinguishable only by height...they kept on coming..and cooking, all the time, all kinds of things..and as soon as i left the kitchen, they always took my things either from the stove or the microwave so they could cook even more...more..
for christmas they were 20. the sink died. it drowned in pasta and soy sauce. i didn't think a sink could look like that. poor thing.
and my favourite story: the moving shit...
somehow some ppl have aiming problems. it's hard to imagine, since a toilet is made larger than a jar in size, and a jar is pretty much all the space you would need.
anyway, it wasn't uncommon to have traces of shit on the toilet edge. but once, and only once (thank god) the shit moved..it went crazy...
there was a line oriented from the toliet to the door, and strangely enough it climbed up, went on the edge of the door. for a second, the trail was lost. but then the smell reoriented me to the path... another line, thicker this time, engulfed under the shower door. opened the door, and then it continued on the wall, and found it's death in the sewers.
we will miss it.
there were two cats in the residence, pretty friendly and almost obese. one day, i saw one of them on the hall, but i was in a hurry so i ran out the fire exit. i noticed the cat went out after me, but i was so in a hurry that i kept on running. and the cat after me. for about 2 minutes. it's like it was a mad dog out to get me. i still don't get what all that was about...
ok, must stop with this blog already.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
you're in romania, how could things not go great?
my three worst fears about the bus were luckily unfounded:
i was scared 1. that the bus wouldn't come, as they told me to be there one hour earlier (so at 6am) an the bus wasn't there until 7.15 am
2. that i won't have 2 seats for myself and my cold, and in fact i had half the bus for myself, as there were only 5 passengers and the 3 drivers
3. yeah, my laptop is just fine.
my other fears were closer to the truth...
we did not arrive at the planned moment, but earlier, which is surprising. let's say, if we add up, deduct, compare, they still owe me 5 hours from the road to france (was 9 hours late)...
the drivers were in fact three uneducated bastards that listen to manele, and one of them had to hit on me...
at the border with hungary, they took our passports and returned them to 2 of the ppl in the bus, and called the other 2 "downstairs". after 3 minutes they were yelling at me "why are you still in the bus, go down"
i went down, the customs guy points at my visa and mumbles and shouts
so i say, yeah, that's a studies visa, it's not expired
he continues to yell mumbo jumbo
i repeat
he yells again, this time in a more comprehensible way: "Why you not bus?"
oh, poor customs officers, they are starting to loose weight already..
they had movies, which was a good thing until you saw them... the best was the day after tomorrow, and if that one was the best, imagine the rest..
oh, i made a rhyme. i must be too tired...soooo this is the end.
this is how it looks like:
will miss you!
i was scared 1. that the bus wouldn't come, as they told me to be there one hour earlier (so at 6am) an the bus wasn't there until 7.15 am
2. that i won't have 2 seats for myself and my cold, and in fact i had half the bus for myself, as there were only 5 passengers and the 3 drivers
3. yeah, my laptop is just fine.
my other fears were closer to the truth...
we did not arrive at the planned moment, but earlier, which is surprising. let's say, if we add up, deduct, compare, they still owe me 5 hours from the road to france (was 9 hours late)...
the drivers were in fact three uneducated bastards that listen to manele, and one of them had to hit on me...
at the border with hungary, they took our passports and returned them to 2 of the ppl in the bus, and called the other 2 "downstairs". after 3 minutes they were yelling at me "why are you still in the bus, go down"
i went down, the customs guy points at my visa and mumbles and shouts
so i say, yeah, that's a studies visa, it's not expired
he continues to yell mumbo jumbo
i repeat
he yells again, this time in a more comprehensible way: "Why you not bus?"
oh, poor customs officers, they are starting to loose weight already..
they had movies, which was a good thing until you saw them... the best was the day after tomorrow, and if that one was the best, imagine the rest..
oh, i made a rhyme. i must be too tired...soooo this is the end.
this is how it looks like:
will miss you!
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
the 5 second rule
if you drop something on the floor and pick it up in less than 5 seconds, you can still eat it.
(thanks to I. for sharing this and other things ;)
(thanks to I. for sharing this and other things ;)
closing my account at the bank
there had to be something wrong, of course...
i went to the bank 15 minutes earlier, to be a good client and not keep them waiting. of course, they kept me waiting another 15 minutes, to keep their reputation as busy ppl, even tho they had their lunch break of 2 hours before that.
so, i sign the papers, my counselor tells me we're done, it's ok, she takes two minutes to cut my card in a weird origami shape (no, not like in the movies when they cut it clean in three). and she opens the door and says bye bye.
i say: wait a minute, what about the money on my account?
she says: there's no problem, we can close the account even if you are on minus.
i say: whaaat?
she says: yes, you have -7 euros on your account
i say: no, i have 14,99 euros
she says: no, you have -7e.
i say: check.
she checks.
she writes a note to one of her colleagues to give me the amount of 14,99e and opens the door again.
ha! i win!
i went to the bank 15 minutes earlier, to be a good client and not keep them waiting. of course, they kept me waiting another 15 minutes, to keep their reputation as busy ppl, even tho they had their lunch break of 2 hours before that.
so, i sign the papers, my counselor tells me we're done, it's ok, she takes two minutes to cut my card in a weird origami shape (no, not like in the movies when they cut it clean in three). and she opens the door and says bye bye.
i say: wait a minute, what about the money on my account?
she says: there's no problem, we can close the account even if you are on minus.
i say: whaaat?
she says: yes, you have -7 euros on your account
i say: no, i have 14,99 euros
she says: no, you have -7e.
i say: check.
she checks.
she writes a note to one of her colleagues to give me the amount of 14,99e and opens the door again.
ha! i win!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
stupid bastards have done it again...
i'm here, on the 31st of January, waiting for the ppl in the administration to come at 10.30 sharp to check my room for damage and all that. of course, i had to wake up one hour earlier, didn't eat so there are no crumbs anywhere and no garbage in the room...
and i wait, i wait...at 13 i decided to go see why they're not coming. i go to their office, and they say that's impossible, they came, they must have left a note. i insist that i was in my room the whole time. finally, they said that they won't check again so i should just leave the keys. ok.
i go to pick up my luggage and move it to my friend's room, who's not here.
and what to i find on the table?
a note that the room has not been cleaned up and that i will be charged 19 euros. in my name, my room number and all that.
it's as if they knew i'm gonna live there for a few days. creepy. bastards.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
ketchup!!
on the 23rd of January, snow decided to fall upon Lyon, just when i decided it was time to forget about winter and be merry and all that. sucky pic of what was going on around 10 pm:ketchup, Lyon!! get it?! ah, watch Pulp fiction...
anyway, more juicy stuff about the bank (fortunately they didn't manage to do something to me lately, so they mess with my friends now)
there was a possibility of opening a savings account on opening the normal account, which i applied for. i was supposed to get 20 euros out of it, but of course they didn't open any account and no money was received.
a friend of mine did manage to get them to open the savings account, and she put 300euros on it, and let them to rest for 4 months. now, needing them, my friend wanted to transfer them to the other account. and then! surprise!! no savings account was opened in her name and of course no trace of the money... and they sent her a secret code for a card she didn't ask for and which she never received...
after long discussions and waiting and stress and all those nice feelings that the bank inspires you, they admitted to having misplaced the money. the sum was returned, of course with no interest and of course without the 20 euros promised for the opening of the account and the promotional gift. of course.
for another friend of mine they misplaced the money she had just put on her card, about 150 euros.
i have an appointment to close my account. can't wait, of course.
and some more juicy stuff about the residence:
on my last day here, they need to verify that my room is in order and that everything is ok with it. afterwards, they are supposed to give me back the guarantee i paid ( one extra month), and i'm supposed to give them the key.
the thing is, on the day they appointed me to be checked, the office is closed, so no possibility of getting the money. of course, i need to give the key back or else i pay another month, but of course i can't stay longer in the room. of course, they told me that i will give the key back and they will give me the money afterwards, and i said no way. the old hag i've talked about in earlier posts replied in a candid manner:
"What, don't you trust the administration?"
what a joke!
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