Flight to Mexico City

Hey there! I am glad to be writing again! Here I am in Mexico City now... sitting on a magazine which is on a chair -and if you are wondering why I am doing that, it is because my butt got dirty somehow and I don't want to get the white chair dirty. Simple. I love writing on my blog. I think it's because I know Sheley and Roslyn read it and that makes me feel like they know my every move. And if that isn't enough, we are chatting on facebook right now, even though it is 3 am in the morning, Mexico time, which means it is 4 am Miami time and I have been up for 21 hours by now. We'll see what time I end up going to bed.
So today was a hard day. It was quarter-end at work, which means we are trying to ship scanners and PDTs to your and my mom in order to meet the quotas. It was hard! We had to go through 300 boxes of inventory and take the cable out because it was a USB cable and the customer needed another kind. Now, we did ship those 300 scanners, but I think we ended up shipping them with the cables we had already taken out. Oh yes, things get pretty crazy in our office. But it is a fun job (even though stressful at times), what can I say?
Oh! I can't forget to tell ya'll (yes I am a Southerner at heart) about this morning's mess! I had to pack all my things and of course that was no easy task and I had to get all the packed things to the elevator. Let me tell you that was tough! Thankfully some guys who were walking by helped me and I got them IN the elevator. That was nothing my friends. I went all the way down to "G" (Ground Floor) and once I got there, I was trying to juggle three oversize suitecases, one carry-on that was probably the heaviest carry-on in the history of carry-ons, my purse, bags with refrigerated things, and two huge bags with stuff that I did not fit in my luggage (just like I had predestined the night before). So, I get to "G" and I start getting the bags -one by one- out of the fancy elevator. Well, what I found out this morning is that fancy is not a synonim of good. Oh, no. I was trying to stop the elevator door from closing with two bags out and the rest in when the thing actually closed on me. Yes, ma'am. It closed on me and my nice leg and I had to pull it so that it wouldn't get crushed by this fancy thing moving very fast toward the ceiling. It took me all the way up to the 20th floor or something. I was like "unbe-freaking-lievable," and on the meantime thinking "someone is going to steal my bags, someone is going to steal my bags." Anyway, no one did. Of course -they were way too heavy to be interesting items of robbery. After that little, funny incident, I pulled myself together and got out of the apartment to meet my ride. On the way there, I got several people involved in helping and, after a few minutes, I made it to the car. Yay!
So, work went by fast -especially after we went out to get empanadas for lunch- and it was time to go to the airport. That's when my day really began. Oh, yes. I get there and my ride tells me to get someone to carry my things for me (in order to avoid any previously mentioned incidents). I agree, a little skeptically since I hate asking for that kind of help. So, the man literally walks my things maybe 10 feet to another guy who was going to wrap the things for me -granted I took the luggage out of the trunk- and I gave him a $10 bill and asked for change. I said "you can keep $3," thinking that was pretty generous. Oh, man! That man made me wish I had cursed him. So, whatever, he took $5. Right after that, I get my bags wrapped, go to the ticket counter and start asking about the prices for overweight and extra luggage since they only allow 2 per person. I had to pay $180 for overweight. No comments on that one.
After that, I get on the plane and have a wonderful flight. No, really. Actually wonderful. I slept, I prayed, I read my Bible. It was great. But before all of that happened, I saw what I think was the best sunset I have ever seen. It was absolutely beautiful. Anyway, after about 3 hours, we got to Mexico City -lights everywhere which reminded me it is one of the largest cities in the world.
I get to immigrations, no problem. One of the questions was "how long are you staying in MX?" My honest answer was 3 days. Well, so I get through with no trouble and then I get to customs with my bags. Here we go again. After 10 minutes of holding up the line because I couldn't find my luggage tickets, it´s my turn to scan my luggage. The guy reads my 3-day answer out-loud and says "four bags and three days".... beep, beep, beep, beep! I knew I should have lied! So, they start asking questions (the FBI type of questions) and I get a little scared. After I answer all the questions and persuade the guy to open just one of my nicely packed suitecases, he says he will check for new items (he basically thinks I am bringing merchandising into MX... he should know better considering everything we sell in the US is made in MX or China - HELLO!). Anyway, I tell him to go ahead and he starts checking. He asks if I am from Argentina -judging by the amazing accent- and I say yes. Immediately after, I retort to ask him if he thinks anyone from Argentina would EVER (and I mean ever) move to Mexico. He laughs and tells me sure! I was like I don't think so, buddy. And he goes on to tell me I will love MX so much these next 3 days, I will not go to Chile. Doubtful, but whatever. So, I get through that on a great note -since they were very nice- and get out customs to find my ride -a nice coworker. Once again, she instructs me to get a guy to carry my things, which I am not happy about. I do it anyway. He takes the bags for a little while up to where the car was. I ask my coworker to tell me how much tip I should leave with him and she drops a big "$10." Guys, I am sorry I am referring back to money again, but seriously, that is a big tip for pushing a cart. Then, she mentions that is how much she pays her workers (she has her own business on the side) a day. Yes, a day. Then, I was really happy I gave the guy the money because I felt like he may have doubled what he makes, thanks to my tip. That was the Lord reminding me not to be stingy since the money is His anyway. So, I will give out generous tips from now on, especially here in Mexico.
Once in the city, at my coworker's apartment, we get all set up and go out on the town to see how the night life works around here. He lives in the heart of the city. It is very nice, but a little loud. We went out at 12 at night and ladies and gentleman, people were eating. Yes, eating. It was fun and there were bars open everywhere with live bands that played good music. It was nice.
Suddenly, it's getting really late and I think I have ran out of things to say.
I love you all, Tere