The Return of Gustavo

Thursday March 11th 2010 5:15pm

Gustavo was the taxi driver, whose services I frequently used during my first month here, before learning how to get drive and get around on my own. Without Freddy to drive me to the office, I have been needing to take a taxi to the office. When I hailed a cab this morning, my driver was none other than my old friend Gustavo, who was just as perverted and bald as ever.

I'm not even going to bring up what he was talking about on the way to the office.

I got to the office, and was quickly ushered into a meeting. The meeting was about the need for an electronic calendar of events so that we can all keep track of one another and what we are doing. I suggested a large physical calendar that could be hung up in a central area, and each program could write their own events on the calendar in a different color. This idea was met with guffaws and questioning of my computer literacy. It wasn't that I'm incapable of making a digital calendar, I just felt like we were making things more difficult than we needed to by producing seven different calendars to be combined into one that would be sent around the office every month. Oh well.

After that, I was also informed at the end of the meeting that I would need to translate everyone's calendar reports so that we would have a copy in English. Why do we need a copy in English? Just in case someone who only speaks English wants to know what is on our calendar.

Before I even got to translating the seven different annual calendars, though, Alfreddy said that he needed me to translate two budget proposals that he was going to send out at the end of the day. Why he couldn't ask me before, I can only guess. My guess that he didn't finish it until the day before was confirmed when he told me, "I'm sorry I didn't get this to you earlier, I just finished it yesterday."

Heidy came over to my desk at one point, and dropped off a package for me. I was incredibly surprised becaue I never get packages, because the mail system here is ridiculous. My mom had sent me a Valentine's Day package with some chocolates, some sweethearts, some gum, and a card. It was sent on February 2nd. I got it on March 11th. Everything was delicious.

Two eleven page (single spaced, size 9 font) translations later, the day was finally at an end, and I was beat. Marisela didn't make it to the office today, so we all left at 4:00 on the dot. I got home by 4:15. It was a Honduras Miracle!