"I turned around and saw the woman behind me take a cup, put it between her legs, and she pees in the cup! That wasn't the end of it. She then poured the cup into a water bottle and tossed it under her seat and then saw me looking in disbelief and cursed me out! I don't know what's happening in this world, man."
This was part of a conversation I had with a gentleman in his mid-fifties yesterday as we talked about what his work day looks like. He lives about 40 minutes from his job that he secured through a temp staffing agency. The agency supplies transportation which in this case is a raucous, uncomfortable, overcrowded bus that picks him up at between 5:00 and 5:30 am.
He gets to his warehouse job at 8:00 am where he spends the day doing heavy lifting and grunt work that no one else wants to do. He gets off at 4:30 in the afternoon and gets home around 7:30 in the evening. He said that he tries to relax and catch some TV, but usually starts falling asleep around 9 o'clock. He's back up at 4:30 am. He makes $9.00/hour to do this.
This man is extremely gregarious and polite and I have no doubt that he deserves a much better life, but as he told me, he has to build himself back up and try to save some money so he can get out of this cycle. His day-to-day existence is grueling but he has a ridiculously positive attitude. When I meet people like this it pisses me off. Not because they're positive, but because it reminds me of how soft most people are, including myself.
How often do we complain about how busy our days are or how tired we are? Is it really that tough? I don't think anyone reading this has people literally going to the bathroom next to them on their daily commute. If my new friend can keep a positive attitude as he creates the life he wants, I think we can all be a little more positive about what we're doing.