In goes the shovel; down kicks the foot. Shovel into dirt. Throw into wheelbarrow. Muscle and dirt and steel. Repeat repeat repeat. Sun beats down. Empty out wheelbarrow. Over and over, twelve hours a day. Seven finally comes. Quitting time. Cold beer waiting. Not that far. Short walk home. Sun won’t relent. Feeling good, job well done. Climb three floors, so so thirsty. Stumble inside, drop hard hat and gloves. Walk to the fridge. Beers all gone. One half can left. Need it bad. Grab it. Down it. Inside is a cigarette butt which gets swallowed. Time for a new roommate.
Well now that puts things in perspective. New roommate indeed. I can certainly feel his frustrations. Nicely done.