“you two are like house parents.” House parents for a REALLY BIG home; like 60 Bedrooms and 100 kids at a time. We thought about it a bit and yep, that about sums it up. On call 24/7. Trying to organize housing logistics, fix stuff and sometimes fix people.
Occasionally our “kids” meaning our guests, get REALLY MAD at us. Last Saturday night, for example, about 10:30 pm, we get a phone call from our security team telling us they have a situation that needs Mama Judy’s help. The security team, all Chadians, call us Mama Judy and Papa Jim. Mama Judy is already in bed, so I, Papa Jim try and help them figure it our over the phone, but to no avail. I get dressed, walk on over to the north guard station and here are some 30 people coming in and milling around, with three of them yelling. I mean in your face yelling, at my security people. I walk into the middle of it all and try to bring calm, but really want to just punch somebody for treating my security people so rudely. But I don’t! I just start asking questions, trying to figure out what’s going on. Sound familiar parents? It seems the yellers have a reservation for a room, but the guards can’t find the key. (Yes our security team checks reservations and hands out room keys) The yellers keep yelling, now at me. Finally another guard arrives and explains that there was a mix up and the room was given away. This really infuriates the three visitors. About this time I start asking, who are all these other people? It turns out they have reservations and are given their room keys. This also infuriates our yellers because they were here before the 30 arrived. I get on the phone with Judy, she gets on the housing computer spreadsheet and figures out how to resolve the problem with our three yellers. Mama Judy finds a different room and they are consoled. About 11:30 PM I finally get home. I make a mental note, the three yellers will not be allowed to house here again.

The first breaker box I open is a subterranean electric box, obviously installed in the dry season. Right now its the wet season and the box is half full of water. You can see where the water line was before I pumped some of it out. The circuit breaker is above the water line, but all the wiring goes below. This can’t be the right breaker box. I find another breaker box on the side of the building, somewhat normal from an American perspective. I find the right circuit breaker and it is stuck open, I can’t turn it off… I need to change the circuit breaker. I go get a new circuit breaker and in the process of changing it, the wire breaks. Now the wire is too short to reach the new circuit breaker. I go get a wire splice and some new wire. I actually get the circuit breaker fixed and decide to celebrate the little things and get a cold glass of water from my refrigerator. The refridgerator has started making a death rattle noise…my celebration cut short. I go back to the wall outlet, change it, turn the circuit breaker back on. My grinding on the door jam is a success. Yes they are steel here and once again the door operates normally. For a while… Now I go get the sump pump for the subterrainen breaker box…