Facing Your Boulder (PM xix)
I am certainly being
punished by my faceless
corporation.
The audacity of becoming sick
and not living up to my
potential has pissed off
someone in the upper
hierarchy.
I was destined to slug it out
at least another twenty more years out
on the street,
plodding through cold, icy
winters and
humid summer heat.
They needed people to climb
all those stairs with fifty
pounds strapped to
their backs,
or spend a morning in a
blizzard,
pushing against the wind
to make each step,
bent over forty-five degrees to
deliver some asshole his
welfare cheque or notices for
immigrants that they had been
granted status and they
could continue to collect
social assistance.
Clerks are derided here and
treated very poorly
second class citizens
relegated to perform the
most menial of tasks under
the whip of some minor
community college graduate
who still lives at home with their parents.
Some supervisors are ex-letter carriers
who noted for their stupidity
and willingness to follow orders,
are put in charge of their]peers
and expected to get results.
They encounter much
resentment and hatred and
last only as long as they
become less human and forget
the trials they once had to
undergo with their fellow
human beings.
The weak and the soon
find themselves on their way
out the door.
Its a round about route and
very tiring,
the fight is lost when the fire
goes out and the ability to
fight back is lost.
Much cleaner to have them
quit,
than to be fired.
MCC
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