I have finally had to time to update my blog. The first two plus weeks have very busy with month end and trying to figure budgets and forecasts. Such is the sexy life of an accountant.
My office is very indicative of Cuba. An old trailer that is falling apart around me. Every day I play a game that is called what part of my chair is going to fall off today. I have not had the fall backwards thing yet but some days I list to the left and after some adjustments I then list to the right. Some days I forget that the wheels don’t work and I try to launch myself away from my desk and oomph, I end moving forward in a vigorous fashion until my chest hits the desk.
Chair aside, so far it has been good down here. My bungalow is great, right on the beach with amazing views, notwithstanding Europeans in Speedos. I have heard a lot of complaints about the food but I have liked it so far. I am dumbfounded by rum however. How something made from sugar taste so bad. However, mojitas are growing on me. In Cuba, first you get the sugar, then you get the power, then you get the weeemen.
Speaking of women I am still waiting for the time I morph from someone with little appeal to women to someone that is quite the catch down here. I have heard at least 5 times just how much the local women will love me down here. I am under no illusions that it is what I represent that they will be attracted to however it is time to start lighting cigars with 1000 dollar bills.
I am still under house arrest of sorts. In 3 more weeks I get a company vehicle and then I get out and explore more. I am looking forward to my first trip to Havana. I hear that old Havana has its charms.
Work is crazy busy with lots to learn and I am surprised how fast the day go buy working 8 hours but that has only happened twice in 2 weeks.
I have not seen some of the strange things that I have seen while working in Yemen or traveling in Africa but a couple of amusing stories (at least to me). As an accountant one of your jobs is to set up and make sure that there are controls in place to protect the assets of the company. One day I saw a nine year old counting our cash ($6500 USD). She was the daughter of one of the workers.
Another day I had to ask for a ride home since I cannot drive yet. The chap does not speak a lick of English so I went to the internet and printed off the question and tried to say it in Spanish. So we get outside his door and he starts walking out of the vehicle. Turns out that he thought that I was asking him to take me to his home.
You do feel like you are in a bit of a time warp down here. With the 50’s and 60’s old American cars (Yank Tanks) I think at times that I should be taking Bobby Sue to the drive in and later on I try to cop a feel of her breasts (under the shirt over the bra).
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