The garbageman. Ridiculed, mocked, and scorned, he is the example everyone uses of a low paying, low skill, low awesome job. "Don't drop out of school or you'll end up a garbageman," chides Society. "Stop personifying," you mutter at Society. Then you realize that there is something terribly weird, something that doesn't make any sense in this universe, something that leaves a bad aftertaste in your mouth in that last sentence. So you push "Enter" and make a new paragraph to get as much distance from it as possible... er... I push "Enter", because I'm writing this blog...
Whoa! I must have been "high" (as opposed to "goodbye") on some illegal substance when I was writing that last paragraph. Readers who managed to hang on to that rodeo ride of random (alliteration, bonus points, King Rich!) will now be treated to awesome analysis (dos bonus points).
Despite being ridiculed, garbagemen never the less (never the more, either) hold the real power in society. They rule the peace of mind of society with an iron fist ("Don't make me squeeze, Society..."). This was evident this last week on Sunday. The next day was not only garbage pickup day, but also President's Day. Thus, we were afflicted with the problem of whether or not to take out the trash, as the garbageman might not have come the next day. Eventually, we decided that it was better to be safe than sorry, so we put the can out. Now, as the glimmer of "getting it" (dos plus one bonus points!) begins to shine through a metaphorical fog of freakiness (dos plus dos bonus points!), I will turn the metaphorical lights of liberty out on the reader and send them on another rollercoaster ride of randomness. Or maybe I'll just finish the blog so I can stop this alliteration rampage (action). So anyways, we need to take the power to infringe upon our peace of mind away from garbagemen, and give it to someone more responsible. I do not suggest politicians, because they are not responsible. I do, however, support giving it to me, even though I have to power to infringe upon peace of mind through these blogs.
Come, be in my tribe.
9 years ago
When did Mr. Rich go from Sir Rich to King Rich? I have missed something here...he must've done something pretty heroic or noble...who am I kidding.
ReplyDeleteWatch out! Natalie's dad probably knows a garbageman who will be offended when he reads this! :) And why the kingship?
ReplyDeleteHannah's right, my dad probably does know some garbage man. And hey, group-way to represent today at small ensembles! Great! I'm so proud of us!
ReplyDeleteThis was an ODE to garbagemen! I learned my lesson with civil engineers! This was a testament to their power! And as an answer to the kingship question: quite frankly, someone who is in charge of my grade, and what happens to it can get any title he pleases. As long as he gives me whatever grade I please.
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