I drew this because of the boring subject. That is a transparent cheap industrial trash bad holding blocks of industrial tissue paper, something that those who haven't had my job have never seen, neither care to nor ever even thought about. I am a janitor, I work nights, so I am one of those invisible people who clean your pretty little cubicle (yes it was not magic neither unicorns) so that you can be happy and work comfortably. I am pretty low on the job scale, so do many of my friends, so does the guy who cleans the streets early in the morning, the dude at the coffee shop or the chick behind the cash register at the gift shop. People who do these jobs are also people, they have lives, dreams and desires, for instance one of the ladies at work had to ask off because her father died and she had to travel back to her native country in Africa (I can't remember where exactly), Green has three children and he is working hard to get them into college, Elcira is a fifty six years old woman who is working to pay off her home in Colombia to which she plans to return to and enjoy, my room mate is a waitress and is working to pay off one by one her classes at the Community College. I clean a building full of cubicles, and we, the janitors are always blamed for the "missing candy", eaten lunch, we are not allowed to be seen anywhere on the building before five o'clock, can't use the vending machines, waitresses are always lazy and non attentive, my order was wrong, they made a mistake let's be assholes to them! Why are we treated this way, what did we do wrong? Have a minimun wage job? We are not less human than some one who makes thousands per hour, we are all disposable my friend, it only just so happens that not all jobs ask for the same requirements.
This is a really good post. A black lawyer as a social experiment got a job at a country club just to see what it was like. ( He later wrote a book about it.) All the employees there were black, and Mexican. They all lived in a small house on the property. Needless to say they were treated like crap by the clientele. Getting drinks and cleaning up after these rich pigs is hell.
ReplyDeleteI work a job that ships 85% of the Amazon goods in and out of this city. You can't buy something from that company without somebody at UPS touching it. We are the ones that make the whole system work. When my career takes off I won't forget the people who deliver my supplies or pour my coffee. Even now I always give a good tip, and treat them with the respect they deserve.