Sadly, my contract didn’t make it back from Mexico City on Wednesday. Facing the prospect of possessing only dollars in San Miguel, I hyper-ventilated for a moment and then reminded myself that I’m not completely without resources. I agreed to call the charming Nora Friday morning.
When I called yesterday Nora gaily told me that my contract was there. I was to come up to the mall after 2:00 because it’s a Friday and people are withdrawing for the weekend. At 2:00 I sat at Nora’s desk while she retreived my contract. Ooops. There’s a glitch. It seems someone at another Intercam (who shall remain nameless) typed the contract with my bank account number on it, but with another expat’s name. A guy with an English sounding moniker straight out of Dickens. Hmmmm ….
But I got my card – with the right number. Step one achieved. (Evidently he has his very own numbered card, but his contract is under my name.) What to do, what to do?
Monday I go to Intercam in centro to sign a corrected contract.
Oh! Did I tell you it rained yesterday? I was in the movie theater checking on times for “Snow White & the Huntsman” when I saw the sheets pour out of the heavens. Really, young Mexicans must think all Americans are nuts because I immediately stepped into the “Happy Dance.” “I feel good, dadadadada!”
I hope to perform a smaller version of the Happy Dance after my appointment with Intercam Centro on Monday.
You need a smooth as silk day. This is supposed to be fun and it’s your turn. You worked mighty hard to get there. I truly do hope that all the paper work crap works itself out and that you can slip into the new adventure happily.
Oh, I’m not particularly unhappy about Intercam. It’s Mexico. Not so much the “smooth as silk” thing, but more of the “It’ll all work out” thing.