No matter what government organization tries to help me, my social worker, my youth unemployment office officer, the Bank of France regulatory body, and even a rights defense lawyer, the bank is dragging this to no end. Mind you, all those guys help out for free so some parts of the system are fully functional, but that stops at the banks.
I can't work without a bank account. I can't get my welfare without a bank account. I can't do shit. I couldn't even go to a professional training course because in France they pay you to go to those. I just want this absurdity to end. I'm already scared shit-less of going to work again. Yeah, I'm scared that I'm too lazy and can't follow a routine. I'm scared that I can't talk to people and everyone will hate me. But not doing anything isn't working for me either.
˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ I know it looks like ass but it tasted good. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
I've gone back to old favourites. I had a bit of a break from Songs:Ohia and stuff but my love for anything Jason Molina has ever done came back with full force. It's something I want to put into writing, or art, how every album, every song, damn near every lyric makes me feel. But I'm totally not ready to see it through.
Caught up with a lot of manga Monday through Wednesday. I put Sakamoto Days off for a very long time. I was worried it had a lot of ecchi for some reason. I think it's the bad taste Chainsaw Man left, which fucking sucked big time. I'm a hater. Anyway, Sakamoto Days in a masterpiece, Mob Psycho John Wick? It has it all, awesome action, a found family, and angst-y backstories without it feeling like a soap opera.
˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Typical TikToker take ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
Caught up with Medalist, what an amazing story also. Sadly, it seems that all the style will not translate to the anime that's coming out next year. I tried Honey Lemon Soda but honestly I am not convinced, it's just too generic so far. The vampire BL comedy, Babanbabanban Vampire, was a good surprise but there's only four chapters translated so far sadly.
On Thursday, went to the bank again. So, here's the story. I don't have a permanent ID in France at the moment but due to my 'situation' I have a permit for ten years. While I wait for the ID card, I have a temporary document that I can use for work, study, etc. Anyway, the bank doesn't accept it and keeps telling me to wait and wait and wait. I already went to the regulatory body of French banks, Banque de France, and got a special letter but the local bank here didn't react. So, I've been trying to open an account since February. I can't work or get welfare or nothing without an account.
So, good news? Fuck no. Your forgot who's blog you're reading? They hand me a refusal letter due to...get this... unacceptable ID document AND no proof of income. Here's the funny thing. I can't get any form of fucking income... without a bank account! Whatever, with the refusal letter I can go back to Banque de France and cry about it and they're supposed to do something.
I checked in with an old classmate that lives in the U.S., he lives in Tampa. Anyway, he survived alright and his family is good too. Hopefully they can make it back home soon. Internet Archive is down, which is the fucking worst. And I have been slacking on Inktober but I will take a day to do some catch-up.
˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ I miss you, come back! ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
Went to the hardware store with my mum and we picked up a green paint for a cabinet we're gonna fix up. I really need it bad because I have no space for anything. My space is a total mess. I started watching trash TV again... this time it's Vice's Dark Side of the 2000s (narrated by Sugar Gay himself).
˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Package delivered. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ |
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