Yesterday was Sunday. It was wonderful.
My morning looked something like this:
9:30 a.m. Wake up. Think about getting up but lounge in bed for a while instead.
10:30 a.m. Brunch at home:
fresh-squeezed OJ & bagels & St Moret (France's version of cream cheese) & smoked salmon & tea.
11:30 a.m. Sit in sun on balcony, drink second cup of tea, read magazines.
Today was the first day of my new job,
which just so happens to be in a city 90 km (1 hour by train) from Annecy.
This morning was not exactly wonderful.
It looked something like this:
6:00 a.m. Alarm goes off.
6:15 a.m. Drag self out of bed, get into shower.
6:30 a.m. Get dressed, double-check that school bag is all ready to go, put kettle on.
6:45 a.m. Eat breakfast.
7:05 a.m. Already??!
7:10 a.m. Brush teeth, debate whether or not to take umbrella
(I chose not to, which was a big mistake...)
7:15 a.m. Leave house (it's not even light out, for Pete's sake!)
7:17 a.m. Get on bus.
7:27 a.m. Get off bus at train station in Annecy.
7:39 a.m. Train leaves for La Roche sur Foiron.
8:00 a.m. FQ calls. Happily inform him all is going well & I'm right on time.
8:10 a.m. Realize that I spoke way too soon.
8:15 a.m. Train staff make announcement to let us know we are delayed
because something-or-other is blocking the tracks.
8:20 a.m. Start to panic.
Find conductor & ask him if he can call ahead to the next station
to ask them to hold the train I am supposed to catch for the second part of my trip.
8:21 a.m. Conductor looks dubious.
8:35 a.m. Arrive at La Roche sur Foiron.
Train has not waited for me.
8:36 a.m. Learn that waiting for next train will make me 15 minutes late for new job.
Try not to cry.
8:40 a.m. Call taxi.
8:50 a.m. Taxi arrives.
9:10 a.m. Taxi stops at bank machine so I can withdraw my life savings to pay for 20-minute trip.
9:15 a.m. Finally arrive at the train station in Annemasse.
9:17 a.m. Try, without success, to figure out where I'm supposed to go.
9:18 a.m. Go to information window, introduce myself as English teacher
explain I am there to start an intensive training course to the TGV (fast train) employees,
encounter blank stare.
9:20 a.m. Go to Station Director's office, introduce myself as above, encounter blank stare.
9:22 a.m. Director makes a phone call or two. Stare becomes slightly less blank.
9:25 a.m. Am handed orange safety vest & told to "walk this way".
9:27 a.m. Cross many railway tracks with cranky SNCF (French railway) employee in tow.
9:29 a.m. Finally arrive where I'm supposed to be. Students waiting for me.
9:30 a.m. Start class.
And you know what? That's not even the worst of it!
You will have to wait until I have the time & energy to dedicate an entire post
to what truly ruined my morning, so for now, let me leave you with these two words:
Not. Even. Joking.