Customer Service in Italy and my no-good kinda bad day
My mom has barely been in the country for a day and she's already driving me up the wall. She was going to bring me a few things from back home, among others, my medication. But because she is unable to leave any space for oxygen in her suitcase, she decided to ship it last minute (which is ridiculous because she's had the stuff for several weeks, so why now? i don't know.) well now its caught in customs and i have to pay a hefty tax to get it. I got this big document in Italian saying what I have to claim and file and it didnt make any sense to me...so frustrating. I told her Xanax was illegal in Italy, unless you have documentation. So yeah. Kind of pissed about that one...mostly because there are other important things in the package that aren't readily replacable. Awesome.
There's a CD I got with my music text with the accompianing piano music and it doesnt work on my computer or our Italian CD player or any other computer in our apartment. But magically it works in the store, when I tried to return it the other day. Not happy about that either because you can only get that book here. So now I'm frustrated with my theory and piano skills because I can't teach myself the notes. So thats one MORE thing I have to work on when I get back to the States...theory, piano, fucking frustrating music stuff that I dont understand. I feel totally lost with my butchered Italian and my limited theory knowledge.
My phone is a piece of crap and the battery dies every 12 hours. It looks like the old Nokia phone I had when I was 16, and we all know how technology has advanced in the last 7 years when it comes to phones. So far, I still cant figure out how to get the notifications to alert me in English. I've never been a cell phone person, but when I return, I am getting something that is user friendly and attractive...I never thought Id miss my cell and texting but I do.
As for some good materialistic news, I went shopping over the weekend and bought some new Italian clothes. Skinny jeans, long sweaters, leggings. I'm still on the hunt for a good pair of boots...I feel so out of place in my flared embroidered jeans whenever I wear them here. They really do make me feel so American. And for the first time in my life, Im ambivient about gaining weight here, because its Italy and if one thing is stimulating, its the food.
I meet up with Sean next Saturday, so that is whats keeping me going through all this. In the meantime, I have lots of work to prepare for midterms. Its probably a good thing I will be here in Florence this weekend with my family and not going away, because I have lots of work to do. This weekend I was here, but I was pretty much a wastoid recovering from this phlegmy illness. So much to learn: music, language, etc...and my brain just cant take it all in.
There's a CD I got with my music text with the accompianing piano music and it doesnt work on my computer or our Italian CD player or any other computer in our apartment. But magically it works in the store, when I tried to return it the other day. Not happy about that either because you can only get that book here. So now I'm frustrated with my theory and piano skills because I can't teach myself the notes. So thats one MORE thing I have to work on when I get back to the States...theory, piano, fucking frustrating music stuff that I dont understand. I feel totally lost with my butchered Italian and my limited theory knowledge.
My phone is a piece of crap and the battery dies every 12 hours. It looks like the old Nokia phone I had when I was 16, and we all know how technology has advanced in the last 7 years when it comes to phones. So far, I still cant figure out how to get the notifications to alert me in English. I've never been a cell phone person, but when I return, I am getting something that is user friendly and attractive...I never thought Id miss my cell and texting but I do.
As for some good materialistic news, I went shopping over the weekend and bought some new Italian clothes. Skinny jeans, long sweaters, leggings. I'm still on the hunt for a good pair of boots...I feel so out of place in my flared embroidered jeans whenever I wear them here. They really do make me feel so American. And for the first time in my life, Im ambivient about gaining weight here, because its Italy and if one thing is stimulating, its the food.
I meet up with Sean next Saturday, so that is whats keeping me going through all this. In the meantime, I have lots of work to prepare for midterms. Its probably a good thing I will be here in Florence this weekend with my family and not going away, because I have lots of work to do. This weekend I was here, but I was pretty much a wastoid recovering from this phlegmy illness. So much to learn: music, language, etc...and my brain just cant take it all in.