Those who toil
I’m fortunate enough to have a large chunk of the Christmas season off, for one reason or another. At one time, though, this meant almost nothing to anyone I worked with.
See, in a lot of undustries, there is no slack time. Where I worked, in the steel industry, coke batteries and blast furnaces didn’t wait for Jesus to be born, and then go back to work- a coke battery and a blast furnace need to be tended when it is their time and nothing will stop that. So a lot of folks in the steel mills tend to work those holidays, maybe spending a few moments here and there with family before going to work and toiling all night or day.
Likewise- healthcare workers, police, ambulance crews, fire departments, soldiers- a whole awful lot of folks are busy this Christmas. When I did jobs that required my persistent presence during the holidays, I used to look at the homes with unplowed driveways and think about how nice it must be not to have to get out of bed early on Christmas day. Now that I have that luxury, I’m mindful of those who are up and about when I’m in my warm bed, and I say a prayer for them. Maybe you would like to, as well.
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Don’t forget the cooks!!!!!!
Happy Christmas!
Love
Elisabeth
Indeed!
And the maintenance guys…
Did maintenance for a large(ish) supermarket pretty much through college and a good chunk of grad school. Nothing like having to leave a good Christmas party to go unclog toilets…
A good thought indeed…
And the engineers in Titanic who mostly didn’t get out, but kept the lights on until the very end. And their colleagues, the musicians. Yeah, it usually doesn’t get to that point, but the Morlocks really do take their jobs seriously.
I worked at a glass plant for several years, and my wife worked in a refinery. Both are 24/7/365: Christmas is basically “just another day”. We always hoped that our shifts would go well/trouble-free.
“We always hoped that our shifts would go well/trouble-free.”
Yep. And sometimes you got that wish
Throughout your blog, you refer to yourself as an asshole. I’ve tried to believe it – I really have. After a post like this, though, I just can’t. An asshole just wouldn’t entertain these kinds of thoughts, let alone admit to them on the internet.
Merry Christmas!
Slash, we’ll have to meet sometime. Then and only then can you truly appreciate what an ass I am.
To everyone in any type of a service type position,you are truly appreciated.You make our lives go round and keep them running.
By the way,I’ve met you, remember? You’re a remarkable man and, actually, quite a gentleman.Sorry, Og. You’re not an asshole in my eyes. Not even close.And I can name many.
Happy Holidays !
swmbo