Confessional

Yesterday, whilst I was making the five o'clock escape from the office, I passed our building's cleaner. She is a middle aged, ginger haired women and on this day she looked particularly down. After I saw her, I felt sorry for her. I bitch and moan about having overtly dull job with an ongoing onslaught of tedious exams, yet she has to clean and tidy after us 'professional types'.

After this, thought I felt disgusted with myself. What right do I have for feeling sorry for her? She may enjoy her job or earn a decent crust. Or maybe she does it to support her family. Or maybe to feed her cats. Who knows?

I assumed that she was looking sad because she had to clean up after me. To me, this felt like I was looking down upon her career. What right, do I or anybody for that matter, to feel sorry for somebody because of there job, when I know nothing about them. She should pity me. Someone who hasn't got a clue.

The truth is, I think what I felt was respect for this woman. Cleaning is something that I hate, if this women enjoys it then right on! If she doesn't enjoy it and has to clean up after some of the chodes in my building - right, right on. At least she isn't dealing crack for a living. (Again another assumption)

I am fortunate enough that I shine a chair with my arse for my currency. But I do not feel that walking in her shoes is below me, far from it.

Besides, she could have had piles. That would make me look sad.
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