Yesterday was one of those days… You know: One of THOSE days. Actually, lately I’ve been having plenty of THOSE days, and I am growing a little tired of it.
It seems that ever since we moved, I’ve been waiting. Which is not the case, I went to Seattle for a week, apart from the airports, there was no waiting involved. But other than that, my life has been consistent waiting for 7 weeks now.
I mean, waiting can also be fun. Waiting for Santa Claus used to be big fun. Waiting for the first snow is, too. Waiting for the first kiss – very exciting (and Mr. R. knew how to keep me in suspense). However, waiting for Mexican handymen – not so much fun.
I don’t want to repeat myself. You know how I keep waiting and waiting for them to show up, and when they finally do, the waiting starts all over again for they need to fix what they screwed up. Sometimes, I even forget whom I am waiting for this day, so I started to make a list.
This week e.g. I am waiting for a guy to fix the mosquito screens (yes, still), for the delivery of newly bought furniture, for the telephone guys (yes, again) since our brandnew internet connection has slowed down to one and a bit MB, and I assume it’s the gardeners’ fault who tend to put the phone booths under water (yes, still). But the first people who should knock on my door today are the guys from the gas company.
Yesterday morning, we discovered we had run out of gas, which seemed peculiar since the owner assured us he had filled up the gas tank prior to our moving in. Be it as it may, we had no hot water yesterday, a fact that made Mr. R. extremely grumpy. So I started calling the gas companies. However, since it was kind of a bank holiday (though not a real one… only for schools and banks and people too lazy to work), companies opened a lot later than usual, but finally, I managed to place an order for gas. They promised to be there before 2pm.
At 2:15 pm, I decided to call the gas company again, only to make sure that they hadn’t forgotten about the poor expat with the grumpy husband. I was waiting in line until 3 pm. When they finally answered the phone, they immediately knew who I was to my surprise! “Oh”, she said, “casa 7? Yes, our guys were there, but the hose wasn’t long enough.”
Right. No need to tell me, I guess. I had only been waiting for SIX long hours. But well, in Mexican time currency that’s peanuts. I had already gotten that loopy that I giggled hysterically upon telling myself that now I was a “waiter”. I know, such a lame joke, but I was already getting a little funny… But anyway, so I called the second gas company. This time, I was smarter and asked them whether they had a hose long enough for this housing complex. They didn’t. Finally, I found a company that do deliver here, but of course, given that it was already afternoon, they promised to come the next day. So Mr. R. had to take another cold shower this morning, and he doesn’t seem to get used to it. However, he tried hard to be more cheerful after he found me in tears last night for yet another day had gone by without me having accomplished any of my set tasks for the day. Let alone having had any social contact or any meaningful conversation (apart from with some fellow bloggers, of course!). After 7 weeks, this programme gets a little dreary…
But here I am. Waiting. Again. And I really hope the gas guys will show up today. It always feels good to cross one thing off the list – because then, there’s room for a new waiting project!