I have a couple more subjects to blog about before I can get to blogging our Canary Islands trip. I can’t believe I haven’t gotten to it yet…but I’ve been blogging like crazy (for me, that is).
The talk is still that Gonzo’ll take the new house he’s found. I’m really glad they have that option…I’d like to see it; it sounds like a great house. The only bad thing I see about it is that the people who come to replace Gonzo might be screwed. We were the first Americans here who weren’t provided with a house. But a really nice thing is that the Gov’t did give us appliances. It was a crazy deal, and I’ll explain the whole thing here. Our servicing base in Spain is Rota…a Navy base. One of the guys who worked here before us (J Sanchez) had been stationed there before he was stationed here. He was a bit of a schmoozer, and worked out with the appliance guy at Rota to lend us what we needed (just like the Navy people at Rota get) even though we’re in the Air Force. When it came time to hand over those things from Joe and Dawn to us we tried to do everything by the book, and we ran into trouble. Apparently this deal hadn’t gone through proper channels, but through friends of Sanchez’s. We almost didn’t get the appliances, but in the end it all worked out.
We always assumed that we’d hand over these same appliances to the new guys…but their new house comes supplied with a refrigerator, washer/dryer, dishwasher (lucky jokers!), etc. If we send these appliances back to Rota there’s no assurance that if new people stationed here need them from Rota they’ll get them. They’ll just have to go out and buy European appliances, and then try to sell them when they leave. That’s not such a big deal…it’s just another hassle, having to sell stuff before you leave and possibly taking a loss because you don’t want to have to finish the sale when you’re in America and the goods are in Spain. Another thing…if they do need the appliances from Rota I’m not sure that Gonzo would remember that they were available, or would even know how to go about getting them. I hate to say, but he seems royally incompetent sometimes; Tj had to show him how to use an ATM…he didn’t even know how to put his card in!!! What’s up with that??!!!
Tj said yesterday that Gonzo’s dad is making plans to come out here. Gonzo asked him to wait until he had a car so he could pick him up from the airport and until he had a bigger place to stay (they’re in a small two-bedroom apartment…all three girls share a tiny room equipped with twin beds). The dad said he didn’t want to wait; I think he’s already driven to the nearest base and is waiting for the first available hop! Yesterday at work Gonzo asked Tj if he needed to get approval to go out to Rota over the weekend to pick up his dad…Tj said if it’s just the weekend he was free to go. Not two minutes later the boss walked into the room and Gonzo told him he wanted to go to Rota and asked him for clearance! I swear…if I’d been there I’d have said something I’d regret. I told Tj he should’ve asked Gonzo (as soon as the boss left, of course) why he’d bothered asking Tj what he thought in the first place. And then he should tell Gonzo to at least have the decency to let Tj leave the room before completely disregarding what he said. How rude!
Something else Tj told me awhile back is that the first day that Gonzo was at our house and Tj was showing him all around they were in the trastero and Gonzo saw the box that the fans came in. Tj’d told him that two were the Government’s and would therefore be passed straight to Gonzo when we left, and two we bought from Joe and Dawn, Gonzo would be able to buy them from us. Gonzo asked which ones came in the boxes; Tj said the Governmental ones. Gonzo then asked Tj if he could mark ‘Government’ on the boxes!! What’s up with that? Did he think we wouldn’t remember in six weeks which ones came in the boxes and which ones didn’t? Did he think we’d cheat him out of something??? I know it seems like all I do here is gripe about Gonzo, but with these kinds of happenings how else am I supposed to feel? I think Gonzo should keep his marker to himself.
He just never seems to listen to us. I don’t know if he thinks that just because we’re such Americans we know nothing about Spain…I guess, though, that it’s just his way. We told him several times when stores close…it’s a hard thing to get used to, we know. Almost everything closes from 2-5pm for siesta, and nothing’s open after 9pm…gas stations may stay open until 10pm, but even they probably close at 9pm. We’d told him that a couple of times since he got here. Then he was over at the house last Saturday using our computers…he’d said he come over around noon…at about 6 or 7pm he called and said he wanted to come over and the whole family wanted to come too…so I set out some chorizos/cheeses/olives/bread sticks and put on a movie for the girls. By 11pm Grace was really ready to go, and went back to the office to tell Gonzo so. She told him that they still had to get cat food before they got home. Tj told them once again that nothing was open at that hour. Maybe they learned that night that we really do know what we’re talking about. But I wouldn’t bet any money on it.