Boi Growing Up

2 things inspired this post. First was a discussion with my awesome coworker who has been training and teaching me. The other was this bitch who decided to pop off at the mouth about how picking up her kid’s puke was not her job.

Well it ain’t mine either you uppity, cunt-faced whore.

Sorry for that. I needed to get that out. There may be some out of the ordinary foul languange in this post.

My coworker and I were having a conversation. He asked me if I was liking the job and wanted to make sure I was adjusting well since I’ve never done this stuff before. In all seriousness, Raymond, is one really standup guy and is one of the main reasons my first week wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. He expressed to me that this job was his first experience with this work too. He never saw himself doing manual labor stuff and with his background, I wouldn’t have assumed it either. But he learned new skills and stayed and makes good money. I get paid pretty well and I’m only a temp here. These guys got cars and families so I know they aren’t hurting. I find it interesting that he has stayed all this time because he likes it, considering this is a super 180 from his former life…because of one big life changing event. It was an eye-opener. Life can put you in a situation you never though you would encounter and you make an adjustment. An adjustment meant to be temporary then becomes permanent.

He’s been here 7 years now.

Now on to this privileged, snooty, pompous, waste of organs. I’m working in the laundry room, next to the kid’s playroom. There were some parents with kids in there. I don’t care, that room wasn’t on my schedule..not even on my radar. It’s my first day, yesterday, on that new floor as a full assignment and she comes in requesting paper towels. More like demanding some, upset the dispenser was empty. My being prepared self, already thought ahead and put a full roll of Bounty on top just in case anyone needed before I could take care of it. Apparently this was not good enough. She then proceeded to get upset that she had to clean up a mess herself. I ignored it..went about my business..but I did go in afterwards to see the mess. It was smudgy on the floor. She still had an attitude so I said I’d be back to clean it.

I walked right off and went on my break downstairs.

Don’t get pissy with me.

Both these instances brought about the same thought, err revelation, err realization, err whatever is the appropriate word for it. I realized first how I never thought I would never be in a job that got my hands dirty that I actually somewhat enjoy. I have calluses now!!! …I actually don’t like that part. I have really soft hands lol… Years of perfect tests and holding a wealth of potential got me naive enough to assume I would never be here. I’m too intellectually orientated. I took that for extreme inability to use my physical ability to accomplish tasks. I do react a lot quicker with my brain than my biceps.

Not that it was beneath me. I have a major respect for blue-collar workers…even more now. Just couldn’t see myself doing it.

I also realized some people really do consider this beneath them. Like they are too “high and mighty” and must have things done for them. Like because our jobs put us in a uniform, we are somehow not as good as you. What the fuck? The pompous, egotistical, prejudiced, elitist, spoiled rich kid thinking kind of thoughts that some people have piss me off sometimes. They seem to forget some shitty thing could happen to them and they’d be in the same place they so despise. Tomorrow they could be “down here” slumming it with the rest of us instead of on the throne they erected for themselves putting them above it all. Don’t get me started on this other lady and what she did to me and her garbage. I liked to have punched her down some stairs. So fucking rude and disrespectful. I am a product of spoiled upbringing too. Not a mansion in Hollywood type of spoiled, but I always got what I wanted.

My parents were cool like that.

But I don’t abuse it and live life as independently from them as possible. I don’t consider myself of a higher status because mommy and daddy can do for me if I want. I look at homeless people on the streets, like I could be where you are. I am not better than you, just luckier. Being smart doesn’t keep life from fucking you over. Coming from money doesn’t guarantee you won’t lose it all and become destitute looking for scraps. I have no misconceptions about the occurrences of infinite possibilities surrounding fate in life. No person is above it all. Brains don’t prevent a foreclosure. Your self-importance won’t beat an empty bank account.

Anything could happen to anyone at anytime.

But now I’m here. I’m getting my hands dirty. Out of the office and into the basements. And I enjoy it. And I never thought I would ever do this. And I ended up here out of circumstance.

People need to start realizing that we are all the same. Well I believe that definitely as a base. Some people intentionally did stupid shit. Otherwise, you deal with what life hands you. Nothing else you can do. Don’t look down on someone because of what life to them.

Til next time. Stay frosty.