Aug. 21, 2006
Copyright © Las Vegas Review-Journal
THE CONSTRUCTION APPRENTICE
reporter goes up 31 floors to frighten, amuse workers building Trump
"What the hell are you laughing at?" Kaika Asinsin yells at me.
The 21-year-old is one of two construction workers struggling to
steady the 30-by-50-foot concrete mold I'm lowering — via radio
commands to the crane operator — onto the jacks above our
"There's nothing funny about this!" Asinsin continues as the mold
eclipses the sun like an alien tripod in Steven Spielberg's "War of
He's right. My laughter is the nervous kind. What am I doing
guiding 23,000 pounds of steel in for a landing anyway? That's a
question for the Trump organization, which approved my request to
help build its first Las Vegas venture.
My Perini Building Co. crew mates and I are on the 31st floor of
the Trump International Hotel, positioning and prepping molds for a
concrete pour that, two days from now, will produce a 32nd floor in
what is now the open space above us.
"Easy right!" I radio up to the crane operator. "Easy trolley
I'm merely repeating instructions shouted to me by concrete
superintendent Chris Wilcox, 35. But some of my own judgment factors
in, such as when I inform the crane operator that 10 feet remains
until the mold touches down. (It's more like 6 feet, when I think
The $1 billion condo-hotel complex behind the Frontier is set to
open in March 2008 with 64 floors. That's if it's completed in spite
of my participation. The mold I'm landing is now stuck on a chunk of
"I know it's stuck on the rebar!" Asinsin yells when I point out
When I report for work at 6 a.m., I don't even know what rebar
"Are you serious?" asks deck foreman Jeff Heidorf. (It's the
steel reinforcement set inside concrete, in case you're a girlie man
And my lack of mental qualifications have nothing on my lack of
physical ones, as the snickers of some of my co-workers suggest.
"You're gonna help me?" asks Sau Tafisi, who weighs
considerably more than the 260-pound jack we hoist into place on a
wall. (And when I say we, I of course mean he.)
The only way someone my size belongs up here is if he hails from
the planet Krypton.
At least I'm properly dressed — in my hard hat, oversized
reflective safety vest (there are no smalls on construction sites)
and harness. (If a cop, fireman or Indian shows up, I'm launching
While other plans for posh high-rise condos implode like old
Strip hotels, the Trump name has sold all but 60 of this structure's
1,282 units. And that's at $700,000 to $7 million each! (Correction:
the Donald Trump name has sold them; Ivana backed one of
those imploded condo plans.) Reportedly, a second Trump Hotel tower
is on the drawing board.
Distinguished by windows tinted with $25 million in 24-karat gold
film, the first tower will eventually rise 624 feet, making it Las
Vegas' tallest building after the Stratosphere.
It will hold that title for only about 6 months, however, if the
Encore at Wynn Las Vegas, also under construction, reaches its
reported summit of 631 feet. (Wynn reps would not confirm those
reports.) Even if Trump is trumped, however, it could still retake
the lead by adding an 8-foot comb-over at the top. (I promised Mr.
Trump's people I wouldn't poke fun at their boss in this article
and, technically, I haven't. That was a Rita Rudner joke.)
Wilcox assigns me to a variety of construction tasks I would be
fired for attempting on "The Apprentice." For starters, I lay
plywood atop a previously lowered concrete mold with a gentleman
"He's your partner, but he doesn't know anything!" Wilcox calls
out to Sandro. "Do not kill him!
I smooth concrete on the sixth-floor pool deck. (Later, I
discover why I was allowed to: The area I worked on will sit beneath
a palm tree, so what it looks like doesn't matter.)
I even swing one of the site's two 320-foot-high cranes, like in
that arcade game where you grab at the teddy bears. (Note to the
wiseguy below me who ran for cover even though I had no payload: Ha
I thought construction work was going to be tedious and
unrewarding, like when I hauled garbage for Republic Services or
cleaned sewers for Clark County. But it's a lot of fun. You get to
wear jeans, work out without paying a gym and engage in politically
incorrect guy talk all day.
"We're guys," Wilcox explains. "You know?" (The only thing I
wanted to do, but couldn't, was whistle at babes. They're a little
hard to spot from 245 feet up, and I can't whistle anyway.)
The job is financially rewarding, too. It pays $75,000 to
$125,000 a year for weeks that average 50 to 60 hours.
"And you get a feeling of pride by seeing what you built
afterward," says Wilcox, who also had a hand in constructing the
Palms, Red Rock Resort and Ritz-Carlton hotels.
"Plus, you get to go to the grand openings."
Pretty much the only downside is the risk of gruesome,
unpredictable and immediate death at any time while on the job.
Nine workers have died from injuries on Las Vegas hotel
construction sites since 1992 — two at Luxor, one at the Monte
Carlo, three at The Venetian, one at the Aladdin and two at the
South Coast. And these were all guys with considerably more training
than the LEGOs I laid in grade school and the safety course I sat
through with Review-Journal photographer Gary Thompson this
One employee who asked not to be identified recalls witnessing an
accident — 15 years ago in Carlin — in which a co-worker's head
was sliced in two through his hard hat.
"This 3-by-4-foot piece of steel fluttered down two stories and
peeled the side of his face off," the employee recalls. "He buckled,
puked and then he was gone."
This is the movie playing in my head as a piece of steel at least
10 times more massive goes off balance right above me.
Fortunately, Wilcox's commands dislodge the mold from the rebar
and my incorrect spatial estimate doesn't impede its landing. My
head remains in one alien-sized piece.
"Hey man, you've got the life of the crane operator, the lives of
all the guys around you, all on you!" Asinsin yells, upset by what
he perceives as my cavalier attitude.
"You're the one who runs the rig!"
Wilcox tells me to ignore the construction criticism.
"You did an excellent job, considering," he says, declining to
elaborate on what exactly was under consideration.
One day I'm going to gaze up at the Trump International Hotel and
tell my child how daddy helped build it.
Or at least how he didn't kill anyone when they let him up
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