If that phrase is familiar to you… then you know the panic I am feeling right now.
Back in October, I managed to miss a required civics course. I then was lucky enough to have someone reply to my emails and tell me when the next one would be. February. Well, I wouldn’t be there. So… June. 15. At 8am. Which for SOME reason I put in my calendar on June 16. How on earth did this happen? Because it was in there for several months. And I got a paper in the mail with June 15 on it. And I look at my calendar frequently. And I found and looked at the paper just the other day. How did it not register?
Until this morning at 6:30am.
Now, why is this important? Because I missed it in October, and because supposedly attending this course is required to continue renewing my residency card. And even though I want to spend some time in L.A. next year, I am determined to see this through. I’ve already botched the renewal process (which resulted in me standing in a line outside for 5 hours, and me being stuck in France and not going back to L.A. in a month) by not setting my appointment, oh, 8 months in advance, so that appointment is in September, but now I’m guessing this course (if I get a third chance) will be in October. And it seems to me sometimes that people working in French administration think that part of their job description is just to make it as difficult and miserable on you as they possibly can.
I just. Can’t. Believe it. I can’t believe I did it again. And that I got up at 6:20am for nothing…. and now what? What have I screwed up now? At least I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that I’m stuck in Paris until my India trip. I just thought I’d be getting this one thing out of the way this weekend….. sigh.