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.