Trash Working

The early morning weather was conducive to taking a coffee break outdoors. The sound level was very quiet with only the occasional semi-truck decelerating in the distance. For most folks, the day had not yet begun. Five or ten minutes later, the clanking, grinding roar of a garbage truck compressing a batch of trash broke the silence. I smiled, thinking that garbage trucks are the urban equivalent of roosters on farms. Garbage workers wake up early because they have long, hard days ahead of them. They may begin their rounds in the business district or shopping areas to avoid disturbing the peace in residential areas too soon.

Most of us give little thought to refuse laborers, but perhaps we should. Trash collectors are vital people in our social infrastructure. Without them, we’d be living in unpleasant piles of garbage or we’d have to haul our own trash to the dump. Their work is not a mere convenience, it’s a health and safety essential.

Trash work comes sometimes comes to mind when I reminisce about my ex boyfriend Steve. A couple of years ago, I wrote about his temporary stint with one of our town’s waste collection companies. (Type “garbage” into the search block in this blog’s sidebar.) He told me it was satisfying work once you get past the unpleasant work environment. There isn’t as much employee turnover as we might imagine. He was in between jobs and needed a generous paycheck to pay off some debts. The main reason he resigned from the job was due to having to put up with a harsh, condescending boss. At any rate, Steve was happy to put the experience behind him and move on with his life.

A side benefit of his employment in the waste collecting and recycling industry was my own improved awareness and appreciation of people involved in that occupation. I respect anyone who can work around stinky, unsanitary stuff during extreme summer heat and frigid winter cold. The skies might be sunny or cloudy and rainy. The workers undoubtedly earn their pay.

It’s good to be mindful of the people who take our trash and get rid of it in compactor trucks. They make our lives better just by doing their jobs.

The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes comedian/musician, Henny Youngman. “I know a man who doesn’t pay to have his trash taken out. How does he get rid of his trash? He gift wraps it, and puts in into an unlocked car.”

About swabby429

An eclectic guy who likes to observe the world around him and comment about those observations.
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