<Mountainous Heathen!>

If you ever have trouble getting out of bed...

remember that there's a whole world which was up hours ago: the cook that wakes up at 4 to be at work by 5, only to find a tiny post it on the door saying that his helper is out sick today, making the whole day go to hell even before the sun rises.

the man telling you this today, in his nice coat and tie, goes down for a break only when the doctors are coming in at eight. "they look right through me, because they only see my badge missing the blue strip on it." he's got a daughter at ucla, a son in grad school, a mortgage, a wife, and....a dog at home. "it's not beneath my dignity to mop floors and wash dishes," he says to us. we generally look at him with glazed over eyes that say none of us aspire to become dishwashers and foodservice professionals. but that's not what he was saying. it's like he was my dad telling me that no work is beneath me and that you should never look down on the trashman, even though i'm sure my dad has never washed dishes as a profession. he says to us, "i don't mind you making mistakes. i just want some variety."

so tomorrow morning, when it's 7:30 and you think it's too early and your bed is too damn warm, think of where you're going. you're going to class, to sit, to enjoy a leizurly time listening to a preprepared lecture whose sole purpose is to somehow reach you and stick with you.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Wednesday, February 01, 2006 If you ever have trouble getting out of bed... remember that there's a whole world which was up hours ago: the cook that wakes up at 4 to be at work by 5, only to find a tiny post it on the door saying that his helper is out sick today, making the whole day go to hell even before the sun rises. the man telling you this today, in his nice coat and tie, goes down for a break only when the doctors are coming in at eight. "they look right through me, because they only see my badge missing the blue strip on it." he's got a daughter at ucla, a son in grad school, a mortgage, a wife, and....a dog at home. "it's not beneath my dignity to mop floors and wash dishes," he says to us. we generally look at him with glazed over eyes that say none of us aspire to become dishwashers and foodservice professionals. but that's not what he was saying. it's like he was my dad telling me that no work is beneath me and that you should never look down on the trashman, even though i'm sure my dad has never washed dishes as a profession. he says to us, "i don't mind you making mistakes. i just want some variety." so tomorrow morning, when it's 7:30 and you think it's too early and your bed is too damn warm, think of where you're going. you're going to class, to sit, to enjoy a leizurly time listening to a preprepared lecture whose sole purpose is to somehow reach you and stick with you. posted by ...me at 8:56 PM