It's All Relative

I'm going to die...

Sorry I haven't updated this thing lately. Its been rather crazy around here. Work is insane, all of it, and its just going to get worse. Because I am going o Mexico for 2 weeks during my Christmas break, I sort of have to make up that time during the first week of break. That means I have to work like 50 hours at the restaurant in 5 days.....sick. And the thing is, if it were any other job it would be a little less daunting. Serving is seriously labor intensive. I mean you're on your feet the entire time, running around, carrying heavy trays and moving tables and all of that. Its hard. I am going to die. But I keep thinking that if can just get through that week, I will come out with a lot of money and the next two weeks I will be lying on the beach....so hopefully I survive because I have never been to Mexico and really want to go.

I am not too worried about finals. I have one huge paper due that will be a little scary, but I should be able to pull off something. I also have a presentation to give, but that won't be too hard, its pretty much done.

I am also driving home for Thanksgiving....alone...sick. A certain person in my family has chosen to stay in PROVO for Thanksgiving.....fun. Whatever, I'm over it.
The drive should be boring, long and exhausting....awesome. I'm leaving on Wednesday. If you have nothing else to do, call me cause I will be in my car the ENTIRE DAY. Except when I stop in the following places: Elko, NV, Winnemucca, NV, Reno, NV and either Sacramento, CA or Redding....I'm not sure which route I am taking. I'm sure Michael G. will tell me when the time comes....by now he's got it marked on his road atlas which he will sit by all day when I drive home, calling me every 20 minutes:

"Where are you?"
"I'm in the middle of Nevada, Dad"
"Oh. Hows the weather?"
"Its fine."
"Ok. Hows your gas?"
"I am going to stop in Winnemucca and fill up."
"Ok well why don't you stop at that Flying J right off the freeway."
"Ok, Dad."

Dad's a fan of the Flying J...