Being Held Hostage by France

I should be going home on Monday, but I'm not.

My carte de séjour came in late, thus getting me booted from the unemployment system. In order to get back in, I need to go to Dole to present it in person because the fax and photocopy I sent in the mail weren't good enough.

Never mind that I already had three extra days in France. They happened to be on the weekend and therefore were no good to me because Pole Emploi isn't open on the weekend. While my Canadian partner in crime left Lannion at 4am to get to Dole on Friday, I was unaware of that option, changed my flight, basically wasted $650 in the process and am now staying in France a full week more than I should be. Maybe a week in Paris seems charming and delightful to you, but I've been in France since February and I just want to go home.

Needless to say, I am not amused.

Sigh.....