No Joke - By 0 thru 9
Henry heaved the boxes up the driveway and put them by the door. What a day... only 459 more to deliver! Hed love to deliver them into the river, but Amazond fire him. Plus, he knew the customers were eagerly awaiting the packages. Theyre mostly nice, giving him tips.
Hed once seen a photo of a donkey suspended in midair by an overloaded cart, looking like a stoic martyr. Henry identified with him.
Henry remembered dreamy days of youth. Waltzing through bright green fields with friends. Each moment seemed to contain an eternal joy. The sweet clovers scent still lingered.
Why was life divided so? Were there better ways to live? Was death the only freedom a slave knows?
Henry was too tired for such heavy questions.
After wading through deep snow, Henry finished his route. Do it again tomorrow. He envied Sisyphus, having only one boulder to push.
Henry stumbled on tired legs toward his favorite pub. An hour of warmth and laughter... didnt matter what the joke was.
The usual?, asked the bartender.
Henry nodded.
Mac slid him a tall mug, looking sympathetic.
Why the long face? Mac asked Henry the Horse.
Hed once seen a photo of a donkey suspended in midair by an overloaded cart, looking like a stoic martyr. Henry identified with him.
Henry remembered dreamy days of youth. Waltzing through bright green fields with friends. Each moment seemed to contain an eternal joy. The sweet clovers scent still lingered.
Why was life divided so? Were there better ways to live? Was death the only freedom a slave knows?
Henry was too tired for such heavy questions.
After wading through deep snow, Henry finished his route. Do it again tomorrow. He envied Sisyphus, having only one boulder to push.
Henry stumbled on tired legs toward his favorite pub. An hour of warmth and laughter... didnt matter what the joke was.
The usual?, asked the bartender.
Henry nodded.
Mac slid him a tall mug, looking sympathetic.
Why the long face? Mac asked Henry the Horse.
Comments (6)
I sense the coming of @schopenhauer1 anytime now.
I've also never heard of tipping them. They just drop off the packages and leave them at my house.
The author should've made him a coal miner or something or maybe a sex worker, and then I could imagine it being terrible or soul crushing, but just driving deliveries isn't that horrible. I've had jobs like that in my life, but never crazy heavy deliveries, but at a certain weight you'd use a hand truck or something.
Like I just ate at the breakfast buffet, and the lady had to carry in a heavy container of bacon, and it seemed maybe hard, but not that bad, and she got to work around bacon, so that was good. It'd be bad if she could only smell it and not get to eat it though, but judging from her physique, she hadn't missed many meals.
I also tipped my waitress, but I did tell me wife, "Deary Sweetie Pie [that's all she'll answer to], when I was a wee lad, you only tipped 10% for buffets, but now it's at least 18%." I feel like buffet waitstaff people need to work for less so I'll have more because that's the whole buffet all-you-can-eat mentality that made America great. I've heard the buffet isn't that well known in Europe, which makes me feel sorry for those people.
If you're the sort of person who takes a shower after talking to the dirty help, your elitist attitude is likely to get you elected to high office I've always said.
Enough rambling for the time being, but that's my review. Hope you found it helpful.
I have lived with several pizza delivery motorcyclists in the last few years and they seem fairly happy doing the job. I don't think that I would get on well on a motorbike or I would consider doing it myself. I need a job and have thought about whether I could deliver the post.
The story is about doing a job which is monotonous but being an Amazon deliverer might not be the worst one. That is because there is no boss watching all the time, unlike if someone was in a factory or warehouse. But what the story probably conveys is the misery of doing a job with no possible scope for using one's potential. Unfortunately, this is the prospect for so many in order to survive. I am prepared to do a day job and have creative space outside of work. The problem with this can be lack of motivation and my previous experience of trying to do a job I really didn't like was that I did so badly.
The fortunate people are those who manage to work in a job which they have a passion for. However, even many meaningful jobs come with the downside of pressure and a lot of stress. The story manages to capture the nature of work dissatisfaction, even though the narrator does get positive regard from others by receiving tips.