It’s not been that long since I was called downstairs to pee in a cup, but I got called randomly again today. I do take drugs, but they’re the ones the doctor has prescribed to me so I’m not worried about the outcome of this.
But, the thing that bothered me was knowing that all that woman does for a living is handle urine. She has to recite the same litany over and over to be sure that each person goes through the same routine, assuring complete fairness and control. Can you imagine waking each day knowing you had to do the same monotonous thing that you did yesterday, with no chance of a change of scenery? And the only scenery is a yellow liquid?
I’m sure glad there are people that don’t mind doing those kinds of jobs. And, I’m grateful that I don’t have a job like that. I could do it and I’m not too proud, but I’m glad I don’t have to. I’ve had all sorts of jobs over the years, including doing all the dirty work that’s required of parents (my wife has a queasy stomach and could never help the kids when they were sick), but there’s just a few I don’t want. Like, a roofer, or a urine handler, or working at the water works, or working at the dump.
I guess I just have another thing to be thankful for.
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