In Which I Recognize that Only Bankers are to be Trusted

I sat down on my bed after I got back from the poste and was all set up to email the residence hall, when I realized that I could just walk there.

So I put on my athletic leggings because I'm 'MERICAN and I went there.  (I was also wearing ballet flats because France can just go away and I'm going to wear what I want).

The ridiculous woman did not believe me that the post office said I couldn't do it.  She was like "talk to my colleague."

And so I did, and her colleague told me I had to go to this other bank (which begs the question--why did the first woman tell me to go to the post office in the first place???)

I went immediately to the other bank and told the woman "au revoir" with a really snarky face, because I also asked for the copy of my contract that they never gave me on Friday and she couldn't find it!!!  Like, why am I doing all this work to live here (and also paying you a fee to complete my residence folder??) if you lose my folder both times I've been here???

The woman at the bank was super super nice.  She works with Estudines all the time and said that everything would work out exactly how I wanted and she was going to get me a credit card to pay the EDF (which is my electricity bill I think) and that it would be free and that I could cancel in December no problem as long as I went in and wrote a note with them.

She did my housing insurance and my bank account even though I didn't have my passport on my person, which apparently I needed.  I told her I would walk back and bring it to her.

So it takes me about 15 minutes to walk to the residence hall from where I live now, and then a couple more minutes to get to the bank--let's say 20 in total.

I walked to the residence hall to the bank to my apartment to the bank to my apartment which totals:
80 minutes of walking for this single trip.

Ridiculous.

Now I'm going to pack up all of my things again because I get to move into my residence hall tomorrow afternoon!!!