Work
By Melli (2001/08/13)Work.
What a lame, insane concept.
Why should I have to leave my comfortable house, where I control the temperature, my break times, I can nap when I want, and I don't have to wear shoes. Whose idea was it to put a price tag on food and shelter so that I am forced to work? Why should I have to pay someone so they can tell me I am ill?
I see homeless people and for the most part they do not look unhappy. Sure they smell, but so does that guy that I work with who insist on eavesdropping on all of my conversations. Even that woman who lived under the train tracks on University avenue seemed happy. She would sit on her lawn chair and undress, and then proceed to wipe her whole body with baby wipes. It was all done with a smile on her face.
These homeless people do not have to worry about jobs, or finding a babysitter. Some of them, I noticed, aren't even really homeless. They stand outside during the day begging for money, getting handouts...but one day, my friend and I noticed that they had an apartment on campus! They lived directly behind us! We even noticed, through conversations with them, that they had money. I came THIS close to asking them for money for a movie once!
So, in a few minutes I leave to work for what seems like the millionth time and I will go about my daily duties, angry, at the fact that I had to leave my home to work again. And tomorrow I will once again have to pay for some food and shelter and medical insurance, while some so called homeless guy, gets it all for free.