Do one thing a day that scares you...not 500!

My brother Max thought he would be a good older brother and find me a job, luck fell upon us and one of his patients just so happened to be a farmer that was looking for some people to drive his combines. My brother told him about me and poof I got the job. So Luke (my boss) came to pick me up at 6:00 am March 15th. Now I must add, when I was told about the job they said that we would be doing some over night jobs, but they pay for everything food, hotel the works, so I agreed. Little did I know that my first job was 3 days long. When I got in his truck that fateful day and he pointed to the foam in the back seat and said "thats your bed" I almost started crying on the spot. I asked him if we were picking up anyone else, he said no, and we had 3 hours to go till we got to the field. So off we went just me and my good old buddy Luke. About 15 min into the drive BOOM we hit a kangaroo..... on my side!!! You would have thought that the hit would have been a good conversation starter but other than some foul language on his part, you would have thought it never happened. No more that 10 min later BANG we hit a wild turkey that smashed in the front window (on his side) and once again nothing. Other than the glass flying threw the car and some VERY foul language on his part again NOTHING it didn't even come up in conversation. I was trying to control myself from laughing at him so  I looked out my window and pinched my leg so hard to stop from laughing! (later i looked and there was a bruise)  We continued driving but he had to lean over to look through the passenger side of the truck... it was not awkward or uncomfortable..... not one bit! 

We made a stop at one of his friends houses to get something while we were there I pulled out my cell phone to see if I could get some service. There I was in a pink shirt, shorts, a big flower bag, pink cell phone and my big white sun glasses with about 5 Australian farmers. After I came to the sad reality that I was not going to get service I went over to the truck where they were all talking..... it was silent for a moment and one of them said "wow you just fit right in here don't you" 

At last we got to the farm where we would be picking up the combine to take to the field. While we were there a man (about 6.1, 300 pounds, big old hat and a THICK accent) said we could sleep in the farm house. I turned to look at it but all i could see was a shed. After unpacking all the stuff out of the truck into the "farm house" we headed down to the field to get started. Luke said to me "Ang you hop in the truck and i will direct you on the 2 way radio" So i got in the truck that was pulling a trailer, stick shift, smashed in window AND I have never driven on the other side of the road before. READY SET JUMP! 

I don't know how I managed but after stalling only 4 times, accidentally leaving the park break on and driving on the wrong side of the high way twice, I lived.

 This day just did not want to end. But when we were done at the field we headed into town where we should have a beer at the local pub and just "relax" I really fit in with my pink shirt and coke with a straw (picture it) 

The climax of this tragic tail was when we got back to the "farm house"  Peter (Lukes old man about 5.5 skinny 3 maybe 4 front teeth) pulled a towel out of his backpack and handed it to me "Here Ang you can go take a shower" I almost started crying I held it together until I got into the bathroom. The Tub was covered in dead flies and a cockroach was crawling around the drain, the sink had a spider-web covering half of t, and I swear I heard a frog in the toilet. Luke had told me there was soap in the shower and when I saw it that was the end; I started dry heaving and ran to my "room" to get my camera. I was crying/laughing!! The soap was about 10 bars all used and stuck together with bugs and crap covering the dish. You pick up one and you pick up all. I could not force myself to shower so I just turned the tap on with a square of TP and ran the water for 10 min standing outside the shower trying not to breath in the smell of the water. ( it smelt like cow poop) So there I was in what I thought was the closest thing you could get to a "beef sauna" wishing I could tap my heals and GO HOME .... but sadly I am not Dorthy. 

To be Continued....