08/07 DAY OF SHIT
§§§translation in french§§§
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Wednesday 8th of July: day of shit
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Today I'm decided to find my ID card so in the morning I return run in the same park than every day and I check about my shit of ID. Nothing, I ask to the gardener if he has found my ID card...no longer...I amn't really reassure.
I come back at home, take a quickly shower and search in all the house (conservatory, kitchen, on and in the sofa, in the washer, in the garden...NOTHING).
Next step I search on the internet if there is a place where are lost stuffs, but it's weird there isn't...or I don't find.
I have planned to spend my day to search this shit of ID card...So I return to all the spaces where I'm used to go. I start by the stop Cosham Health Center, of course nothing. Then, I stop me to First agency to the Hard and ask if someone have found my ID ...unfortunately no...So I let them my details (address, phone number ...).
I walk until Gunwharf Quays where I ask to the point of informations...idem...bad news...I let my details and go to the cafe rouge. Yesterday, Gemma has asked to rang the changing room in order to find it...but nothing too. I ask to Fergus, the manager make me a copy of the copy that I have given him the last times that I used it 2nd of July in the afternoon.
(Notice: Jon was the last manager of Cafe rouge)
After I go to the City center and also ask to the point of informations without success. Anna has told me to go to the post office because they must help me. I follow her advise but the officer says me that I have to contact the French embassy in London. He send me to the Civic office in order to ask the address and phone number.
The matter is that I need it for my interview the 14th of July in Entreprise House. I have a copy but I don't think that it's enough. I try to find the building without the address...but it's very difficult.
Finally, I come back to Cosham in order to let a pledge in police station. Unfortunately, I lost my card and no steal it so the officer can't help me lots...I let him my details and ask him his number.
The last chance, I go to the post office of Cosham ...no bad news, I ask to the Iceland's manager...idem ...NOTHING!!!
FUCKING DAY...STUPID I AM TO HAVE LOST MY ID !!!
I don't speak to my parents before to have good news.
Soon I arrive at home, I search informations about creating new ID or passport. It doesn't look complicated but quiet long. I think that I have to cancel my interview of 14th. I will make tomorrow because now it's closed.
Finally, I find some interesting phone numbers, websites and forums. I have to make a choise between passport and ID. I ask to K&K, they say me that for a passport you need a testimony of someone who know you since years. Consequently, I have no choise. It will cost 25£. I have to take an interview...not in the embassy but the consulat. The phone number is a fucking vocal box. It's really stupid.
I try to contact the consul honoraire to Portsmouth but it doesn't exist anymore. The woman tranfers me to the embassy, which transfers me to the consulat and finishs by a unuseful call.
In the end, I understand that it's better to take an interview thanks to the website of the consulat...But of course, it doesn't work so...I give up all and go to eat whilst watching Coronation Street. I'm still stressed but I think that it would be better tomorrow.
After the series, Francois and me go to play to pool. It's great, he like this and he's a good player.
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Wednesday 8th of July: day of shit
---------------------------------------------------------------
Today I'm decided to find my ID card so in the morning I return run in the same park than every day and I check about my shit of ID. Nothing, I ask to the gardener if he has found my ID card...no longer...I amn't really reassure.
I come back at home, take a quickly shower and search in all the house (conservatory, kitchen, on and in the sofa, in the washer, in the garden...NOTHING).
Next step I search on the internet if there is a place where are lost stuffs, but it's weird there isn't...or I don't find.
I have planned to spend my day to search this shit of ID card...So I return to all the spaces where I'm used to go. I start by the stop Cosham Health Center, of course nothing. Then, I stop me to First agency to the Hard and ask if someone have found my ID ...unfortunately no...So I let them my details (address, phone number ...).
I walk until Gunwharf Quays where I ask to the point of informations...idem...bad news...I let my details and go to the cafe rouge. Yesterday, Gemma has asked to rang the changing room in order to find it...but nothing too. I ask to Fergus, the manager make me a copy of the copy that I have given him the last times that I used it 2nd of July in the afternoon.
(Notice: Jon was the last manager of Cafe rouge)
After I go to the City center and also ask to the point of informations without success. Anna has told me to go to the post office because they must help me. I follow her advise but the officer says me that I have to contact the French embassy in London. He send me to the Civic office in order to ask the address and phone number.
The matter is that I need it for my interview the 14th of July in Entreprise House. I have a copy but I don't think that it's enough. I try to find the building without the address...but it's very difficult.
Finally, I come back to Cosham in order to let a pledge in police station. Unfortunately, I lost my card and no steal it so the officer can't help me lots...I let him my details and ask him his number.
The last chance, I go to the post office of Cosham ...no bad news, I ask to the Iceland's manager...idem ...NOTHING!!!
FUCKING DAY...STUPID I AM TO HAVE LOST MY ID !!!
I don't speak to my parents before to have good news.
Soon I arrive at home, I search informations about creating new ID or passport. It doesn't look complicated but quiet long. I think that I have to cancel my interview of 14th. I will make tomorrow because now it's closed.
Finally, I find some interesting phone numbers, websites and forums. I have to make a choise between passport and ID. I ask to K&K, they say me that for a passport you need a testimony of someone who know you since years. Consequently, I have no choise. It will cost 25£. I have to take an interview...not in the embassy but the consulat. The phone number is a fucking vocal box. It's really stupid.
I try to contact the consul honoraire to Portsmouth but it doesn't exist anymore. The woman tranfers me to the embassy, which transfers me to the consulat and finishs by a unuseful call.
In the end, I understand that it's better to take an interview thanks to the website of the consulat...But of course, it doesn't work so...I give up all and go to eat whilst watching Coronation Street. I'm still stressed but I think that it would be better tomorrow.
After the series, Francois and me go to play to pool. It's great, he like this and he's a good player.
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