I know I haven't been very faithful to my blog of late, but things have been so stressful lately...still, I reminded myself that it's important to blog about the unpleasant things as well. I'll try to bring you up to speed as concisely as possible, here goes:
Moved out of the apartment I was in for 3 months last week, and in the middle of my finals week. Alejandro left for the States yesterday, and the landlord was and still is giving us (and now just me) HELL. Harassed us, verbally abused us (this one..seriously, I have never in my life been spoken to like she did) and is still withholding my deposit check for so-called 'damages'. Tricked us into paying for the stupid plumbing bill that I'm beginning to suspect was a whole set-up in the first place. Jesus, with the non-stop anxiety and what I'm sure has been a constant accelerated heartrate, I was starting to consider going to the doctor to get a prescription for a mild sedative...Then I happened to explain to my teacher today why exactly I was late to class this morning (appointment at the bank and then trip to ISA for advice trying to deal with this nightmare) and ended up getting help from her and a guy in my class who I'd totally forgotten was a lawyer (legally only in Egypt, but is half French so knows a bit about the system here). Was accompanied by her (Most helpful teacher alert!) to the nearby police station to put in what they call une main courante which can best be described as a pre-complaint. Sort of like a head's up, I'm kinda having problems and if they get worse, you can see that I had a hunch. Whether or not telling this witch that I went and this that will scare her enough to stop giving me all this made up crap and finally give me my check back, I'm not really sure. But for the time being, the benefit of the doubt has taken a bit of the edge off of the marathon my heart's been running. I might as well enjoy it because who knows what tomorrow will bring..
I miss not having to worry about being so screwed over back home.
In other news, I was accepted into the Paris School of Business for this following year. Ironically, I received my acceptance e-mai; just before the shit hit the fan, so it's had quite the damper put on it. I'll go more into detail and the rest when this nightmare is over...hopefully soon.
Much love,
Rachael
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