Nothing's ever easy

Just after this money fiasco, I woke up feeling pretty good about myself. I got a nice shower, went and had a nice cup of tea with some friends, and then headed over to our Turkish class, starting at 9:30. When the professor hadn't shown up by 10:00, we all decided to go get breakfast together.

Oddly enough, the cafeteria had no breakfast at 10:00, appearing as though it was the end of the breakfast shift. We ended up grabbing breakfast at another eatery on campus, and I learned that jambon, which translates literally to ham, is usually not ham and just a generic type of a lunch meat: bologna, chicken, turkey, and sometimes ham. In fact, chicken cold cuts are called tavuk jambonlu (chicken ham).

Walking into the abroad office with the associate director saying, "Jon, I just sent you an email! We need to talk," is never a good sign. Apparently, they placed me in a room that is more expensive than other rooms on campus, and they are asking that I pay 2000 TL or move to another room. Now, I already paid 2250 TL for this room, so doubling the cost is not exactly worth it. Worse is, despite my checking with the comptroller the other day to confirm my payment, the housing office had no record of payment.

The icing on the cake? Jonny, who had paid and had record of it, was in the same type room as I had, and he had not been red-flagged. He mentioned it to them too because he feared they were going to force him to pay money he didn't have. So now I'm moving.

And then, I got to wait in line for an hour for registration, which amounted to me handing a paper to a woman, her looking it over and saying thank you. One hour for less than fifteen seconds.

Off to the gym to work off stress over ridiculousness.