Press play…

29 Oct

Someone has pushed the pause button on my life.

(Well, my social life, but that’s what matters right ;)).

Yes, I am socially isolated, out of touch (insert other relevant communication clichés here) and while i could place the blame solely on my mobile phone carrier, for their technical difficulties that render me unable to contact anyone, it feels like more than that still.

News in brief, my phone is not accepting the code numbers whenever i try to recharge. After numerous outbursts at various phone retailers, countless phone calls made by french speakers on my behalf (a friend of mine has been calling them every day and is so outraged by the lack of help and the principle of the whole thing that he has taken it on as his personal vendetta to see justice done, thank god for him) i fear there is a long battle ahead. It has been two weeks and still the only response is ‘we are sorry there are some technical problems, we don’t know when it will be fixed‘ or ‘i’m sorry, the last person you spoke to didn’t write any notes so we will have to start again‘ (i took the liberty of adding the ‘sorry’s’ in there, i am positive that word would not have been uttered even once). And of course when i complain to friends, all the French ones say ‘ugh, why are you using Virgin mobile anyway, get a real company‘. Note to everyone, apparently, never use Virgin Mobile.

So right now, i feel like i’m at the mercy of other people, and, along with youths on the metro and indoor smoking, it’s something that i really do not like.

Some people might consider the feeling a freedom, but i feel it as an oppression. Case in point, last Friday night, sitting at home, i was desperate to go out. There wasn’t any way of getting in touch with anyone, so instead, i sat at home and felt sorry for myself. The same went for last night.

It also helps bring to light the true nature of where you stand with people, for example, i haven’t seen No Name in a month, and i get the impression that perhaps the hefty portion of the balance of friendship lies on my side. Always an uncomfortable discovery. Though in the same instance, you value beyond words those people who keep the lines of communication open, regardless of it being a one way street. When you move to a new city, your friendships are fledgling. I suppose some become beautiful and some die early.

Melodramatic yes, given the problem, but it’s just been one of those weeks.

While i should not neglect that there have been several logistical advancements this week, including finally getting myself a French bank account, and applying for a social security number, i still have the feeling of being ‘on hold’.

And i’m not sure what to do about it.


3 Responses to “Press play…”

  1. Expat Stu November 4, 2010 at 9:15 pm #

    So… une semaine est passé… la vie est améliorée?

  2. M November 5, 2010 at 4:48 am #

    je pense que ta vie est mieux maintenant?

  3. Poulette November 5, 2010 at 9:42 am #

    Yes…so much so that i’m not even sure where to start…. I’ll try!

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