Day 15: The Worst Day Thus Far

Pity me. Oh, pity me.

Not only did I find out today that some IDIOT in France neglected to give me the entry chop (And to think I took French for two years in lower secondary. But I have to admit that my accent was never right and I’ve already given it all back to the teachers.), and I neglected to ask what my best recourse would be now (Will call back to bug them about it tomorrow.), something bad had to happen on my way back to the apartment.

Seriously, how would I know that the system in Europe is so different from the rest of the world? For goodness sake, I was in transit! I did not get an entry stamp in London en route to New York neither did I get one in Malaysia en route to Australia. Why would I want one in transit in France en route to Sweden? They are two different countries! Who knew they give the entry stamp at the first European Union country you arrive at? Shoot. And some IDIOT had to play punk and so conveniently forget to chop my passport.

Then on the way back, I rolled down the stairs. Yes. Rolled. It wasn’t the entire flight but it was at least half. Like I mentioned before, almost all the staircases I’ve seen in Sweden are spiral. The only ones that are not are at mainly at SLU. I know spiral stairs are aesthetically pleasing. BUT it works only if they are on the outside of the building or if enclosed by a glass façade. Otherwise, they are useless for that aspect. And, of course, spiral staircases are more of a construction challenge than the normal boxed/square ones. And sure, spiral staircases save space. BUT they are freaking DANGEROUS! The outside step is much bigger than the inside, and one misstep like what happened today and BOOM! You roll down the stairs. Ow… I think I have a bump on my head or butt, but it’s so painful I can’t figure out where. Concussion, I believe. I’m exaggerating a little. It’s painful but I’m alright, I think. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here typing this post.

The one good thing that happened today is the return of hot water. I finally had a nice warm shower.

This marks the worst day I’ve had thus far in cold, cold Uppsala.

One only hopes this is rock bottom and cannot get any lower. Cheers.