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As of today I officially hate the fucking French. I hate their fucking bureaucratic hoops, I hate their fucking questioning faces, I hate pretty damned much everything about them.
I have had it up to here with their you-have-to-do-'A'-to-get-'B'-but-you-can't-get-'B'-until-you've-got-'A'-let's-screw-with-the-stupid-Americans CRAP. So much so that I'm ready to admit fucking defeat and pack my bags and go home. They have made me cry in frustration for the last time.
One more 'What-the-fuck-are-you-saying' stare, one more 'That's-not-what-you-need' comment, just one more 'I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about' rolling eyed look and I swear to friggin god I'm going to initiate the fucking assholes into something we 'stupid Americans' like calling GOING POSTAL!!
I spent an hour with Chris at Impaqt this morning preparing phrases for the Mairie. I need to send the translator a certified copy of my drivers license (since I don't want to send him the actual drivers license for fear of the fucking French post losing it.) He will work off of the copy to make the official translation which is just one small piece of what I need to fucking EXCHANGE my drivers license for the venerated-better-be-made-of-fucking-gold-for-all-the-trouble-it's-costing god damn French drivers license.
Chris says all you have to do is go to the Mairie with your license and ask for a 'copie conforme' and they'll copy it and stamp it with an official seal saying that it's an actual copy of the original.
Sounds easy enough, I go to the Mairie show her my IL drivers license ask for the 'copie conforme' and first get the 'What-the-fuck-are-you-saying' stare, I repeat my request and then get the 'I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about' rolling eyed look. I explain that I need the copy to send to the translator for my drivers license and the cow behind the counter gives me her best down-the-nose-disdainful look and says that they don't do that and she doesn't know anyone who does.
I'm not crazy here, several people have told me that A) This is what I need and B) The Mairie is the place to get it done.
I’m at my wits end, I quit, and there I’ve said it. I fucking give up. It’s not worth it. I don’t like these assholes near enough to make all this crap worth staying in their friggin country.
I’m going to have some wine now. Don’t call me for the next few days because S is leaving the country again tomorrow and I intend to stay drunk until Friday when I pick him back up.
