You Think Your Life is Tough?
You just worked a couple twelve hour days back to back. You showed up for work and your station is less than perfect. Your wife is on your ass for working too much and not noticing she got a haircut. You decide to let us all know how sad your life is while you pick up you knife and murder some chives. You are such a bitch!
Today I found out my favorite dishwasher hasn’t seen his family in four years. He’s has two sons, one eleven and one four. He hasn’t seen the four year old since he was two months old. He lives in a three bedroom house with six other hombres because he sends just about all of his paycheck to his family in The Yucatan so that they may have a better life. He works eight to ten hour days busting his ass washing dishes for us and pulls three eleven plus hour days a week cooking at a Chinese restaurant. His life is hard, not yours. And I’m sure you make a boatload of more money than him.
These guys work way harder than most of us ever will. They live in places and with people most of us would feel very uncomfortable with. They do jobs that would break most of us down, and could more than likely be trained to do your job better than you can within a few hours. They send all their money back home while you spend yours on fancy knives, ugly strippers and a new pair of tight pants so you look cool riding your fixed gear around town.
The best thing you can do is get to know these guys. Feed them well, learn a little Spanish, ask them about their lives and treat them with respect. They make your life easier while making their lives harder. Show them some love.