Well, like I said last week- things can come together or fall apart within a second. No, things didn't really far apart today but we came to a halting stop in terms of my contract.
Yeah. My contract remains an unsigned document. GRRRRRRRRR
Story time? You betcha.
My morning was spent running errands, wrapping up some of the loose ends financially in terms of this lease. Of course since the bank didn't open until 8 I got to chat with several of you and send off lots of emails (sorry in boxes) so it was a busy but great start to this Monday. I eventually made it to work, powered through a few major reports and wrapped up so other contracts (well, I think that's what I did...I have to wait for confirmation from my supervisor). After the perfect length of work day (approx 5 hours) I was off again to my favorite office- housing.
I got there in plenty of time and still found the mother of the owner, one of her daughters, and her son-in-law in the waiting room. As we sat there in the full waiting room, we watched the Today Show. If you missed out on it this morning, there was a segment about how women are getting tattoos later in life. And when I say "later in life" I mean late 60s. I don't know what the 3 of them were saying but their body language and tone said it all. I had to giggle because I'm sure the same expression of disgust, shock, and confusion was on my face. Oh how I love that body language is universal.
When it's finally our time to head back I begin to think- does she have power of attorney? I dismissed it because between the 3 of them, one of them surely had it. The 3 of them start chatting away in Italian with the contracting guy and within a minute I have an idea of what's going on- they either need Enzo or the property owner there. When the contracting guy says he'll translate in a minute, he confirmed my fear when I asked if there was an issue with the power of attorney. They continue to go back and forth and finally Enzo gets called up. Apparently he had told Teressa (the mother of the owner) that she would need to get one- her story from "he didn't tell me" changed to "I forgot" once they spoke. The daughter and son-in-law were frustrated with her but there was nothing they could do other than call the son who owns the place and have him issue a new POA.
So we started to explore our options and the supervisor came in. Turns out the supervisor is the guy that keeps sending me the emails about how many days I have left in TLA and we've sent many a emails in the past week or so. I had to watch myself because when he walked in I almost started humming the Godfather theme. When he started to talk, he even had the raspy/whisper voice. It was almost too much BUT my contract was still on the line so I had to remain focused.
Long story short (since I'm getting frustrated reliving this) the new POA should be sitting in the housing office but since they are already doing a ton of over time this week, I have to wait until Wednesday for round two. She said I can start moving things in, which is nice but since I can't get the electricity switched over until I have a completed contract it gets a little screwy- I am in Italy after all.
Needless to say after all this running around in what really was too hot of a day to be comfortable I was tired. My afternoon became a nap time since my head felt like it was going to explode- the air quality around is killing me. I finally woke up and decided that I'd still head over to see the Darius Rucker (aka Hootie) concert here on base- I mean why wouldn't you go to a concert if your head is already pounding?
After hanging out on the lawn for a while, I realized that CSO's wife and 4 girls were in front of me and before too long CSO arrived. They invited me to hang out with them and we proceeded to listen to the concert and watch their youngest dance. I think she really needs to get up to Music on the Half Shell. By the end of the show she was rolling around on the lawn in a blanket and we were laughing way too much. It was a fabulous way to end my evening and also hear some great music.
So little progress was made today but again, this is why you hope for the best and prepare for the worst! I'm just ready to have keys and move in and end this suitcase living I've been dealing with ever since I turned 28. Seriously.
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