Building Codes Aren’t Bad Things

I’m a little under the weather (thanks, INM lady, for passing your cold to me) so I spent the bulk of yesterday afternoon and evening curled up on the couch with Bonita binge watching the Netflix series Ingobernable, by far the longest and most complex thing I’ve ever followed in Spanish. By 9:30, I was ruing a cliffhanger and mindlessly watching clips of M*A*S*H on YouTube when the power went out.

Ah, a sign from the universe to get thee to bed, I thought! And then, I noticed that the neighbours had power and the streetlights were on.

I went through the house to see if I might just be having problems with one circuit and discovered that was the case — I had power upstairs and in my laundry room, but nowhere else. I decided to deal with this in the morning and went to bed. But I did not dare run the AC in case there were major issues with the power generally and a fan was no match against the room being at nearly 40C. Add in the noise from open windows and I did not get a wink of sleep. I normally run the AC an hour before bed to really drop the temp and then I just run the ceiling fan all night and am fine, even in the current heat the locals stop me on the street to complain about, but last night was like trying to sleep in a very humid sauna!

I still had no power to the lower half of the house this morning. The fridge was still cold and I made the decision to slide it all the way to the office, plug it into an extension cord, run that extension cord out the window, and then plug the cord into an outlet in the laundry room. I also plugged my modem and computer charger into this outlet. So at least now I didn’t have any stress about work or my food going bad, but I could not run any fans in the room. Even with the exterior door and window open and a decent breeze, it was like a furnace in the office today and my computer kept shutting down for fear of overheating. It is amazing what a difference a mere ceiling fan can do when there’s cross-ventilation!

Thankfully, my landlady was checking messages. After she confirmed that I’d checked and reset breakers, she promised to send an electrician.

I worked as steadily as I could and at 3:30 she texted to say an electrician would be by at 4:00 if I still needed one. Yes! Power was sometimes coming back, but voltage was being very erratic. I managed to finish and send my job literally 30 seconds before the doorbell rang!

The electrician and his helper started at the fuse box where power comes into the property. Yes, fuse box.

I had suspected that my issue was with corrosion at the fuse box and it took two seconds to confirm that this was the case. The guys did what they could for me today by cleaning contacts and then the main electrician called the landlord to tell him that this thing needs to be pulled and replaced by a modern unit ASAP. He got permission to go quote the materials so I’m hopeful that this is going to happen!

I got the guys a cold drink, we chatted a bit about my long drive from Canada and why I can’t sell them my truck, and their delight at learning that I’d just adopted Bonita, meaning I’m here long-term/permanently, was so heartwarming — Mexicans are so welcoming.

They left and I pushed the fridge back to the kitchen. Whew! The change out out of the unit could happen tomorrow but would be more likely Thursday or Friday, which would suit my schedule better. Again, I hope this happens because the power here is a mess and based on their inspection of the electrical panels, everything can be traced back to the fuse box. I should see a lower voltage (better for my electronics) and fewer brownouts with a new panel.

So like my Monday, my Tuesday was much more eventful than expecting. Hopefully, tomorrow will be boring!

An Emergency Run to INM

I was having a quiet, easy, Monday morning. I was an hour out from finishing all the work I had to do today, having gotten up super early to make that happen, and then I was going to take the rest of the day off and go run errands.

But the phone rang.

It was a lady at immigration informing me that there was a problem with the payment I made last Thursday and that I needed to get down there ASAP to sort it out.

I was speaking to the lady within about 40 minutes. Turns out they made a huge mistake on Thursday and gave me a payment slip for the bank that had the wrong account number on it. They had me pay into the account used for new cards, not for renewals. I therefore had to go make a new payment to the correct account. Oh, and by the way, they said, I don’t get the original payment amount back until I get my new residency card. If it’s refused for any reason, I’m out two payments.

I raced to HSBC thinking about where I was going to scrape another $7,518 from. There was no time to be bouncing money around accounts or to make multiple stops so I decided to use overdraft on my main account in Canada in combination with the money in my account here that I was going to use to run errands today. Who needs to eat when their immigration status is in peril?!

The lady at the bank was not the person who served me last week, but she recognised the transaction and was incredibly angry on my behalf because she’s seen that happen before. She said that in the other case, the lady’s lawyer ended up loaning her the money for the second payment. So this sounds like something that happens even if you have a professional do the renewal, which makes me feel better because it means that this is 100% not my fault. At any rate, got sorted at the bank and raced back to immigration…

Where nothing was moving and the waiting room was packed. They finally called number 60 and numbers 56 (me) through 59 raced to the desk to ask what was going on. Nothing in particular, she just forgot to call us and thought we’d left. Monday mornings are rough for everyone, apparently!

I then had to wait to go to the window to deal with the new payment. The lady who handled that says that to make it up to me, they are going to put my folder in the “expedited” pile, so I should get my card faster than expected. That would be nice if it happens.

I then wait to go to another window to deal with starting the request for the refund. For the refund, I had to write a letter requesting it and why. The lady started quoting what I needed to write super fast and I had to beg her to slow down a bit. I know I made a ton of mistakes, but she very kindly informed me that the only accent I knew for sure a word needed was the only one that really mattered in the whole letter, so go me on that one. LOL By the way, I am actively shopping for a course that will let me practice my writing and I think I need a remedial Spanish as a first language more than an advanced Spanish as a second language course, so it’s requiring more digging than expected. But I digress…

As I understand the next steps, the next time I go to immigration is for the fingerprints. Once that’s done, then I can go back to the refunds window and asked for a letter. I will then have to take that letter to Hacienda (Mexican IRS/CRA) and with my bank account information so they can do the refund. What a mess!

All that sorted, it was time to race home to meet my deadline. But I got off the bus a few blocks from home to go pick up food for Bonita, having only just enough cash left for that. So at least one of us won’t be hungry until payday. 🙂

So that was my Monday. I hope yours was less eventful!