So Monday came and went, and so too it seems have my hopes for
getting money to help pay for the Pasos Adelante classes. Monday morning I walked into the municipality
full of hope. Into the treasury I
walked, confident that having spoken to the alcalde, I would be getting my
money, no problem.
“Ah, pero
señorita, no tengo los papeles necesarios. Tienes que hablar con el gerente.”
--[Ah, but miss, I don’t have the necessary papers. You have to talk to the gerente.]
Hmmm, why wasn’t I told last Wednesday that I had to talk to
the gerente?
So I walk over to the gerente’s office and wait in
line. As I wait, the alcalde’s secretary
walks by and tells me that she has to pass on the Thursday meeting’s notes to
the gerente along with my original solicitud before I can talk to him. Okay, I guess I’ll wait. After about five
minutes, she passes him the papers and I walk in. He happily greets, asks how I am, everything
ever so pleasant. Yes, yes, we just have to type up the budget request into the
proper format and then we’ll give that to the treasurer. Return in the afternoon.
Oh the misgivings I had as I walked out of that office. Being constantly told to come back later is
not reassuring. But who knows, maybe
this really is just how it works.
No. The way it works
is that it doesn’t work. The way it
works is that Kassel is told when she returns to the municipality that, “Lo
siento señorita, pero tengo malas noticias.” That’s right, he has bad
news. Turns out, there’s no money. He begins to explain the process of the
annual budget and the monthly subsidies from the national government and the
restraints, constrictions, and challenges that the municipality faces. Yeah, that’s great, possibly even true. But over two months ago, I was promised
money. I acted upon that
assumption. I bought supplies with my
own money assuming that I would be reimbursed later. So, sir, I fully sympathize with your
problems, but unfortunately I now have my own.
In the end, I was told that in about a month there may be
money. But something in my gut tells me
that next month I will be told to come back tomorrow, or later that afternoon,
that there will be a certain essential document missing, and that well, you see
miss, these things just happen.
But before I give up all hope and become the town’s local
anarchist, I’m going to pester. I’m
going to ask for advice from the more influential people. I’m going to smile and laugh. I’m going to become a fixture at the
municipality, because guess what? I’m
here for another eighteen months and I quite literally have nothing better to
do than get that money. Wish me
luck.
Besos!
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