Thursday, September 30, 2010

Working Hard for a Living

Mary and I took a short walk around the Loveland "Indians" High School track this evening. We left the house after a quick dinner. She'd spent the afternoon with Hannah, and I spent extra time at the office. With the shortening (lardy?) days we managed four laps before the deepening dusk settled in and closed the cool day and opened the city light glare challenged stars. Going only to pick up pomegranate juice and half and half, we bought and spent more.

On the way to the dairy section, a lady worker called out "Q", my nom de travail. It was the secretary of one of the directors Mary and I had met when I first joined the district. We learned she worked the 7:30 - 4:30 or so admin hours, then left immediately to Safeway for a 5:00 - 9:00 shift, plus Saturday hours.The only classified staff folks I know, the outreach liaisons I supervise, are largely subsidized by a higher earning spouse. This gal was especially drained, "a headache tonight" she shared with us, from taking time off to help a friend handle a medical emergency.

It is hard to complain about work when one knows what straits and suffering others face. To add to the intake of misery was the passage of a clearly stressed mother and a whimpering child entering the store as we left. Let this just count as one of the brief passages through trouble that many of us only glimpse or whiff, but that others are deep in another miasma only inches away the same way the parallel universes are microns out of sight.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the post. It is humbling to learn about the sacrifices people make, but in truth we all make them at different times in our lives, as you pointed out there at the end. I guess it's better to make sacrifices and work hard (sporadically, anyway) than to just be a ditzy socialite like Paris Hilton who never worked for anything or saw the fruit of their labors.