Well, seeing as how I was accepted to teach in France again this fall, I guess that I will not become a mail-order bride after all! ^.^
On Tuesday, I received an e-mail which I paraphrase as follows:
Mlle French Bean,
We are pleased to inform you that your contract has been renewed for next year. Please go online and print 4 copies of the "Demande d'autorisation de travail pour un salarié étranger-contrat de travail simplifié." Fill out the salarié section. Attach a passport-size photo to each page and sign at the bottom. Send these docs out ASAP. Failure to do so may cause the DDTE (scary French organization) to change their minds. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! This e-mail will self-destruct in five seconds and cause your laptop to explode. We suggest that you duck.
French Secretary for the Académie de Dijon
At first, I was like:
I should have known. Only the French would be gracious enough to immortalize my post-adolescent shame in their official documents. Couldn't they have asked me to send the four passport pictures last week when my forehead hadn't been kamikazied by zits?
(No, of course not.)
It wasn't until after I was filling out the fourth document when I noticed a mistake.
Shows how well I can apply this skill to my own life...
Once I had done a second set of documents, I tucked my mini-stapler into my purse, gathered the four sheets and went to CVS to have my passport pictures taken. When I got there, I thought it would be wise to place the docs in the trunk for safe keeping so nothing would happen to them...
Remember how I had placed the forms in the trunk for safekeeping? Remember how I thought that nothing could possibly happen to them in there?