Monday, October 15, 2018

HapPy 94tH BriTHdaY

As part of working custodial for the Joseph Smith building, (my new second job) we are required to work one Sunday in 16. My first Sunday assignment was September 9th. My assignment was the bathrooms in both visitor centers on temple square, 7 bathrooms at the conference center across the street and the public restroom in the south west corner of temple square. Basically, I just made a circle from one restroom to the next for almost the entire 8 hour shift. (1:30-10pm) (my feet were killing me)

HOWEVER - they told us that the four of us working yesterday needed to meet at the break room under temple square at 8:40 because we had to go over to the church office building at 9 to clean up after Pres. Nelson's 94th birthday party with his family. Pres. As we were walking over there at the assigned time, I wondered out loud if the birthday boy might still be there. The others said, "most likely not. He would probably be there for 30 minutes or so and then leave."  I was disappointed but I understood. When we got to the lobby, there were still 10-20 people milling about so we couldn't start vacuuming. The lead asked if I would start gathering up the garbage. One of the security guards came up and said, "I know you will, but make sure you check the bathrooms. There were a LOT of poopy diapers changed here tonight. You may want some Vicks in your nostrils. A LOT, of poopy diapers." I chuckled and said we'd take care of it and thanked him for the heads up.

As I got to the second trash can, I looked to my left, and standing NOT THREE FEET AWAY FROM ME was Pres. Nelson. I looked away quickly and then did a discreet second look. He was just standing there visiting. I was very bummed because there is a "don't speak unless spoken to" rule as part of the janitorial team, so I couldn't even wish him Happy Birthday. However, in coming years I plan on telling my grand kids that I attended Pres. Nelson's 94th birthday party and that I was just over arm's reach away from him at one point. 

No reason to tell them I was taking out the trash. ðŸ˜‰ 

One other note - He was the very last one to leave. I'm assuming that he wanted to make sure that whatever family member wanted to talk to him, could.  Not a simple task as he has 10 children plus spouses, 57 grandchildren plus spouses, and 119 Great-grandchildren. 
 

Sunday, October 7, 2018

leSSonS THRougH tHe WinDOw smuDGe



                The last entry I wrote involved something I had learned or noticed on my way TO work. This one involves something I learned while AT work.
                My assignment for General Conference weekend at Temple Square was still at the Joseph Smith Building. It was my assignment to keep the glass doors as well as the observation windows on the 10th floor clean and clear. I would start on the lobby level, then move to the theater level and then up to the 10th floor.  There are multiple glass entry doors on both the lobby and theater levels. By the time I would get up to the observation windows on 10 and clean them, it would be time to check the doors in the lobby level once again. Each time, I would find new smudges somewhere on the doors. Usually the smudges were below the door push bar and were those of smaller hands, but there were a great number of larger prints and smudges above the push bar. Sometimes I would watch people walk through a door, putting their hands on the glass I had JUST finished cleaning.
Early in the shift, I had just finished cleaning a door and was cleaning the one next to it. A little girl and her father walked up to my freshly cleaned door and the little girl put her hand on the door to push it open. (keep in mind that I was still standing right there, holding the tool I use for cleaning, and wearing a vest that clearly identified me as a custodian) While the girl was pushing the door, her dad said, “Why don’t you push it with both hands.” His daughter put her second hand on the door. She was doing fine with the door and then the father said, “Put your forehead on the door and that will help you too.” Which she did. I’m pretty sure he did that because he saw me standing there. (I have never told ANYONE to use their forehead to help open a door and can only guess he knew the resulting smudge that would ensue.) The daughter dutifully did as counseled and a nice big smudge appeared above the two smaller ones. The two walked through and I stepped over back to a door that I had cleaned less than a minute before which was now dirty again. I was a little put out because of the seemingly deliberate effort the dad put into getting his daughter to mess up the door, but I cleaned it again. It took maybe 5-10 seconds and the door was clear and spotless again.
                Later in the evening, I was cleaning another door and I stepped outside to clean that side of the door. A security person was walking by and he stopped and said, “I just wanted to tell you how great a job you guys do on keeping those doors clean and clear. I always try to remember to use the door push rather than put my hands on the glass, but I know that sometimes I forget. Then I will walk by a door a little later and see someone cleaning it and I think to myself, ‘I hope I didn’t make one of those smudges.’”  I told him thanks for the kind words about the good work we do and then told him not to worry about the smudges he may cause, because that’s what we’re here for. We both then went back to our respective duties.
                A bit later in the night I found myself thinking back on both of those experiences with a different perspective. In our lives, we, hopefully, try to not get smudges on our souls and our lives. We use the “door push” and all is fine. Unfortunately, there are times where outside sources will say, “Why not put both hands AND your forehead on that glass.” Other time we may add a smudge by accident or simply by being careless or thoughtless. The difference for me was how one person was genuinely sorry for any small smudge and the other (the little girl) didn’t even realize what she had done, but in either case, the door was cleaned.  In our lives, our Savior is standing there with the tool he used (the atonement) to simply wipe away the smudges we make. When we say, “I hope I haven’t added to the problem.” He simply says, “Don’t worry. That’s why I’m hear.”


Monday, August 27, 2018

WHerE yoU wanT TO EnD uP

     I've recently started a new second job. I work from 9:30pm-1:30am, Monday through Friday, doing custodial work at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. As I've been driving there every night, I've had something impressed on my mind. Between the time when I get off the freeway and when I arrive at Temple Square, I pass a couple of bars and a strip club. There are cars in all the parking lots every night, and sometimes lined up up and down the street. One of the bars is right next to the oil refinery and the smell coming off of there can be bad, to say the least. Yet people flock there. Night after night, they flock there. Taco Tuesday. Fajita Friday. Other specials each day. The horrid smell does nothing to keep them away. The strip club is at the darkest spot on the road with lane line SO faint, that they are almost invisible, and I find THAT telling in its own way. There are still cars there when I leave.
     The thing that has been impressed on me is how much that is a metaphor for this life. Every night there is nothing to stop me from going in to ANY of those buildings. No one would know me. No one would care. No one, but ME and God would have any idea where I was. However, if I truly want to reach my goal every night. If I want to walk into a building filled with beautiful artwork, amazing statues, and decor and views that are absolutely stunning, then I have to stay on the road. I have to keep going. I have to have my goal in mind EVERY SINGLE DAY.
     We are on the road we call mortality. Along the way there are many places to stop that we can choose from. Our goal is being with our Father in Heaven again. We can stop anywhere along that road. We can take back roads or detours, but if we want to reach the destination we want to end up in, then we need to stay on the road. We need to have that goal in our minds.
     It may seem odd, but I make a point of looking at all three of those buildings every night to remind me of where it is that I truly want to be.

I look.

I smile to myself.

I keep driving on the road.