I have been trying to get an appointment with my account. The one that is always on time, in a land where no one is on time, and is as accountable (no pun intended) as the day is long.
He didn't show for my last appointment. I drove to David and no accountant.
That pissed me off!
They were supposed to email me with another appointment but nnnnnnnoooooooooo! No email.
I called and they told me I missed the appointment which they HAD emailed to me.
Grrrrr!!!!! I never got the email.
So I called earlier this week to get another one set up and once again I have to wait for the email.
Why is this so hard? What happened to my non-Panamanian like accountant? I think he went native on me.
I will try again to see him tomorrow. This better work or I'm going after him with a shot gun.
A quick little story...
A few days ago, some friends were on a bus at the frontier between Costa Rico and Panama at 6 am. The custom office didn't open until 7 am so they were waiting...but the office didn't open until 9 am.
Why? They could find the key to the office! So Panamanian.
Finally, some lady showed up with the key, looking like she just got out of bed.
There is just a never ending stream of this good stuff!
I have not mentioned much about the play I'm in because it is so much easier than the last one.
The entire play is 33 pages long...the last one was 132 pages long. I have about 5 pages of lines to learn. Granted, 3 of them are in French. It took me 3 hours to learn how to pronounce the lines in French.
At my first reading of the French lines, the director laughed so hard he was hiding behind his script. That is how bad my French is...uh oh.
This is a physical play with much slapstick. It is harder to learn than regular lines but it has to be learned at rehearsal so there is not much holing up alone memorizing lines.
I hate that!
I don't know if we can pull this play off. It seems to require more talent than the last one. In the last play, we were "type cast" to our normal personalities. All we had to do was be MORE ourselves than normal...an exaggerated version of yourself. This takes something but not as much as the slapstick.
We are supposed to be bad. But in order to be bad, you first have to be good, then degrade it to bad. We haven't even been within a mile of good yet.
Oh boy! Another adventure!
An update on our triple flip truck deal. You may remember this started at the beginning of April and we still don't have a truck.
The first leg went well. We bought the Nissan Frontier and flipped it for a profit.
We were supposed to buy a Hilux at the beginning of May.
No truck.
So we were supposed to get it last week.
No truck.
Why?
Surfs up, dudes. We wouldn't want him to miss the waves, man. And his girl friend was harassing him...what could he do?
So, on the day of purchase, armed with the cashiers check and all necessary documents, he puts us off until May 26th.
Asshole!
We have been looking for another truck. This guy isn't very trustworthy. We desperately want to leave him hanging until the last moment when we tell him to take a hike, we're not buying his truck.
Ha Ha...surf on that wave dude!
So we will probably still buy his truck...isn't that the way it works most of the time?
Reminds me of powder days at Colorado ski resorts. If there was powder, no one worked...professions and short order cooks...everyone was skiing.
I hated that too.
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