this sums up an average day in nassau, or why things never get done in this place
Yesterday was typical of every day. I was told that the phone company was sending a technician to set up our landline. “What time?” I asked as a joke. They don’t do that. I waited from 8 am to 4 pm. Not a word from them. I was also waiting in vain for the plumber to fix a leak in the apartment upstairs. But I knew for sure that the plumber dude would be a no-show. He is consistent like that.
After counting down the hours with Mila, we went to Goodman’s Bay for a nice sunset walk on the beach.
(It is now 4:30 pm the following day. Still no technician. I have waited like this for electricians, plumbers, building supers, customs brokers, water delivery people etc. since moving here. Calling them only seems to make them dig their heels in. I hear they get offended because they don’t want to be rushed.)
that is extremely sucky esp. for a new yorker like me. but maybe over there there’s such nice water and blue sky to look out at, it doesn’t seem so bad.
but to me over here, sucky.
complaining about living in the bahamas is such an assy thing, really. all my previous stress triggers from nyc are no longer an issue. so i should just stop wishing for things to work out perfectly. trying for a zen trophy.
ha, not so different than life back in nyc. at least you have the beach.
if_it’s_any_comfort_time_warner_is_the_same….time_frame….then_no_show….grrr…(pardon_my_mum’s_space_bar_is_kaput)