French public servants are the worst.
To ride the metro, you need tickets. Tickets are expensive, so you get a Navigo pass. Navigo passes are expensive so you apply for a student Navigo at a reduced rate.
You fill out all of your paperwork and send them money and then you wait 21 days and they send you a metro pass that is way cheaper than recharging your pass each month.
So, I did all of that. And then I waited. And I waited. And I waited.
Today I got an email basically saying that they sent my pass to the address on file but it was sent back because "I don't live at the address given."
Since I do not have my own letter box, I have to put my name then underneath it: chez (name of my family). I did that. Apparently the mail man still can't figure it out. Annoyed.
So this email gave me a number to call. I called it. Please remember my dislike for the phone in general plus then my general difficulties with spoken French. After telling the man on the other line why I was calling, he asked me a few questions such as; what is your account number (I don't have one because I've not gotten my paperwork back) what is your last name? (VanOsdol) and your first name? (Amanda) how do you spell your last name (V-A-N-O-S-D-O-L)
Okay, ZANOFDOL. (no, V as in Victor, S as in Sam)
After this frustrating exchange the man on the phone interrupts me and says,
Mademoiselle, do you know anyone who speaks better French? Call me back when you find someone who speaks French.
....the rudest.
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