Ok so, you must all be pretty confused by the title. It's ok, it doesn't make much sense anyways but I do have a story which might help you a little understand what I mean by it.
Ok so Saturday I'm over at my parents house watching Pearl Harbor with my cousin Kurt and his buddies who are my buddies too (Kurt said he wanted to watch Pearl Harbor because he never saw it...so don't ask me about that one). Well in the middle of the movie, Dad came in and said I was going with Bryan to Nogales, AZ on Monday and I was going to work. See somehow luck worked out that my class on Wednesday got cancelled because our teacher was gone and Thursday got cancelled because it was Spring Break at UVSC that I was free after Monday. So I went to work. So we fly to Tucson, get picked up, go to the Hotel, throw our stuff in our room, go to a good Mexican Restuarant where I ate some realy hot and spicy Tortilla Soup and part of a Chimichunga (would have eaten the whole thing if I didn't fill up on chips and Soup) and then we went to work.
The week I happen to choose to go happens to be the week we do Check Stands. In the past it hasn't really been that bad, but then again I can't remember now if I have ever really done check stands or if it was more of fixing them after they were really done weeks earlier but still I think to myself "at least it isn't bathrooms."
After the week was done....I really wish we had done bathrooms.
So we drive and we go and first we take down the old power poles, then the tile guys come in and scrape the old tile. At first I am sent in to help with that, which I don't enjoy doing because it has never been fun to do in the past, but I did it for a few minutes and then my dad called me out of that to help him run around and do other stuff. So after just little things and the tile getting done real slow and I guess in the wrong direction or something, we get in and do the power poles for the registers and everything and end up having a real long night. We got done at 8:30 am on Tuesday. I had woken up at like 7:45 am on Monday to get ready for my class in SLC, so I pulled a whole 24 hour day and then some, which I was actually excited to have done.
So we go back to the hotel and I sleep and I slept till like 6:00 or so and it was great! So after that we get up and get ready and go back to work. First we go eat at Home Town Buffet and Dad tells us the night is going to be better and everything, which it was for the most part. Bryan and I, if I remember right, took all the old power poles out to the trash that night and my shoulders hurt so bad after that. But we did the same thing and did about 14 check stands that night when the night before we probably did like 6. I was made the errand boy and had to go fetch all the tools and everything and my feet hurt so bad when the night was over from going back and forth, what seemed like, every 3 minutes. But we got done at like 6:30 or so and went home and slept.
At about 3:00 on Wednesday my brothers called me and woke me up about going over the border into Mexico that day. So I was like "Yeah, sure! Sounds cool!" So we ran over the border and walked around the other half of Nogales that is actually over the border and into Mexico a bit. We walked around and my brothers (who went to Mexico and Guatemala on their Mormon missions) would talk to the locals about where to find a good taco joint. We found on later on and they made some tacos, that to me looked like the Carbons at Del Taco, and gave us some glass bottle Cokes, which my brother told me to wipe off the top of the bottle because sometimes they re-use the bottles, and then we ate. THE TACOS DONE THERE ARE SO FRICKEN GOOD! I realize that actual Mexican food in Mexico is expected to be good but I mean this was GOOD, GOOD! I ate about 3 of those things in about 2 minutes. They were awesome.
Anyways so Mexico itself is actually a pretty cool place. Now grant it, down there it really does feel like a 3rd World Country because of the way all the stores and everything looks and is set up. Then you have the street sellers trying to make you buy something, and even when you tell them no...they still keep going and won't leave you alone till you are out of the store's area. The people were cool and the Latinas down there were WAY CUTE! (Yeah I know I am going to be leaving on my mission soon and I can't be thinking about that but the face that it is still a month away makes me want to do it more since I have to give that up for 2 years!) I didn't get any souveniors but I did get pictures and videos with my digital camera and everything. There is a wall on the border and there are crosses on the wall at some spots which my brothers and I were guessing that is all the people that have tried to jump the wooden fence over to get in. There were a lot of crosses. But yeah, Mexico was cool!
Anyways so we go back to the hotel and chill for a little while and then go back to work that night to finish up check stands. That night...was as bad at the first night. Kept getting yelled at for parts and other little things and just ran around, had to carry more power poles out to the trash which my shoulders were still pretty tender from the night before and all this other stuff. But we did it and got done by 7 am. Now this is the funny part. So we are taking all the tools out and everything and I am talking to my dad about how hard the week has been and how after the first night I actually was ready to just leave right there and go home because of how bad it seemed and everything. And out of all the years of working WATG and being the errand boy and helping out here and there and all the other hard stuff I've been through and done like Bathrooms and all that, I have never hit that point but it was bad, and so I was telling my dad how bad it was that night too and how all the same stuff was there about wanting to leave. Well he yells to my brothers, in a joking way, about all the stuff I said to him, and he yelled this as they were coming to the bin to drop off the lift and tools. They all laughed and everything and started talking about like how hard it would be on my mission. How I would be walking 15 miles a day and wanting a break but my companion will be saying "Nope! We can't stop!" and I'll hate life and all that.
Well I wasn't mad for them to say that because I know they knew what I would be going through since they all went before me and everything. But I am a believer that whatever happens walking, biking, or driving that it'll work out for the best. I still think that if I do have to walk a lot that my feet will take longer to hurt because I am doing what I am supposed to be doing and all that. So anyways I let this all sink in as they yelled it and just was like "Yeah! Ok! I believe you!" and all this other stuff. And they kept going and going and going and then finally I said "But wait....let's think about this, besides right now, when have I complained at all about how bad this week was!?" And they were all like "Uh!" and I was like "Exactly, because I know how to suck it up now and just work with it till it is really over or I see a spot that I can actually take a breather because nothing is going on that needs my help and all that." It was super funny.
Anyways that day my brother and my uncle both took off and so that left me, my dad, and my other brother to finish up the little things. That night was fun. First we went back to the Mexican place that we went to on Monday and I had some tacos there that were good but not as good as the ones in Mexico. Then we went to work, and that night I got to do some little things that was actually like work and helpful for WATG and wasn't me getting tools, which I have been hoping to be doing more of for the last few years now, because getting tools, by yourself even, kind of sucks. So I did a little thing and then I went back to getting tools and supplies again which was annoying especially with the fact that I said earlier of like every 3 minutes having to run out to the bin to get material. I started thinking out it would be nicer or better if I just went and got things all at once instead of every 3 minutes because then I could be standing around more and being more helpful or be told to do some little job like I did this day. I figure if it could work out that way then I would be a little less distracted when walking through electronics to get to the Bin and I saw 40 copies of like Smash Brothers Brawl (which was a bummer to look at since I had no way of getting a copy...at least not till I get back from my mission) and all this other stuff. But then I think more importantly, if it worked ou that way....I wouldn't want to sit down and read magazines because my feet are so tired and I don't want to be on them or anything. So....but that was just my thought process.
Anyways after that my brother and I ended up back at the apartment around 2:30 and then we slept and woke up at about 7:00 to go to the Pheniox airport to catch a flight back to Utah at like 10:00.
My brother went to Northern California and my dad and I went to Utah. Ended up riding 1st Class and I have to say now "From that cool experience I will never look at Couch the same way ever again." But I'll be able to handle that fact.
So that was my Best, Worst Week EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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