On Tuesday night I filled out my application for a visa to work in France (technically no) at Mael's house with her and Justin. I've been spoiled with the AC at work, the cool basement in my house and not doing much where the heat would beat me. While filling out the application I was constantly sweating. My shirt went from light grey to dark. My hair started to look, well, good. But I was a wreck. I was sticking to the application and couldn't write properly. Thankfully Justin took over and filled out my application for me; better penmanship and all.
The picture for the application that I'd taken at work earlier wouldn't do. The pictures had to be on photo paper. So, Justin took a picture of me at Mael's house and planned on printing it out at Kinko's. We got to Kinko's at 10:57pm and noticed the fluorescent lights flickering and some shutting off. We asked if they were open 24 hours, as Justin and Mael thought, and they told us they close at 11.
So we hurried, though Mael said, "Just because they close at 11 doesn't mean we have to leave at 11." Later while Mael tried to get some help from one of the workers he told her, "I'm helping these gentlemen right now," as he typed on a keyboard and gestured toward a man and a woman. Mael and the female employee exchanged glances at the weird statement and Mael decided the guy was a jerk and proceeded to work slowly. After I bought a return envelope for my passport I heard Mael trying to quietly tell Justin, "But he's an asshole. He could've helped me. Fuck him," or something of that nature. For some reason I always imagine my voice being really quiet, but I'm wrong. But it killed me hearing her say this in a voice I was sure the guy could hear.
The picture Just took of me at the house
was taken too close and a new one was needed. I posed for Justin and the sweat line was even more visible. I looked like a sloppy bastard who couldn't take care of himself and I laughed every time I looked at the photo. I hope they give me the visa just out of pity.
At 11:15, with all our copies, photos and forms in order, we payed and said goodnight, though Mael said, "Fous-toi [fuck yourself]" to the assistants and the guy said, "You'll have to turn the lock before you can leave." Justin and I said, "Okay, thanks. Goodnight." Mael said, "We have a college education, I think we can figure that out." And I speed-walked out the door to the car.