So what if by 10 P.M. I’m too exhausted to keep my eyes open? So what if every muscle in my body aches with a soreness that has seeped into my bones? So what if, when taking off my shoes, I realize what it must smell like at a trash heap? I’ve had a hard day’s work.
In four days I’ve worked forty hours, and plan on having four more days like this. Oddly enough, it’s not as much as a problem as I might have expected. But here’s the way I see it: after four months of romping across Europe, I deserve some sort of back-wrenching, callus inducing labor. At the moment I’m working in houses, cleaning out the messes left by past residences before the new ones come in. This is the busy season.
I’m upset that no one tipped me off that money would be a concern starting with my collegiate career and continuing on through the rest of my life. I feel like that was a bit of worldly advice that would have served me better in kindergarten (who cares if A is for Apple?! U is for Unsubsidized Federal Loan and I need to know how I’m going to pay it of without losing my sanity). But what can I expect from a life that requires huge amounts of work to pay off what I’ve accrued?
Steer away the bad thoughts, have no fear, the way through is clear. In the solution is the resolution. Working all day, although overtly for pay, may in the end upend the notion of comfort, like Depends. Satisfaction depends on action just as the house well-used, although a fraction of the original cost, is infused with value of a different sort. So, umm, maybe my point on you is lost, but you should be entertained by this poem.