Humility v. Humiliation; denial in action

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-DeeK

I left you a follow up comment after yours on my blog.

-DeeK

If that’s what your sponsor really said, (rather than what you “heard,”) get another sponsor. Being a worker among workers is never humiliating. In your case, it also represent taking constructive action, which was the spiritual component missing from yesterday’s entry. Sure we need to pray, and be of service, and do step work, but we also need to take action, do the next indicated thing, be self-supporting through our own contributions. It may not look the way we think spiritual is supposed to look, but it SO is. Taking responsibility is at the core of the program. Three meetings a day is wonderful if you can do it, and sometimes essential to one’s rebuilding of sanity, but it you can’t pay the rent with it, and it is possible to hide behind the nuts and bolts of recovery when we fear engaging in the world.
So I’ll have fries with that, and super-size me! (And I will offer that I imagine there’s a lot between McDonalds and your last job that might suit you a bit better–but you know that.)

Those comments of mine took hours to show up! That’s why I left the second one, thought the first didn’t take since it was a URL. So, to balance it out, here I am, leaving a THIRD one. I can’t let Marc have more column inches than I!!! LOL.

One summer, long ago, I worked in what I came to call the bowels of IBM, in the shipping department. Spent all day pasting stickers on little boxes, which I then put into big pallet boxes. All day, all summer. This job, for a 4.0 college student between junior and senior year. Wearing geeky steel-toed Redwing shoes that weighed a ton, I might add.

After a few weeks of considering it hell, I decided to make it fun. I made friends with the warehouse forklift drivers and we really learned to make funny of anything. I made a collection of all the industrial banding types that came across my way, and at the end of the summer I had the most impressive display of all the types of banding (you know, that metal or now tensile plastic strip that holds together a pallet box for shipping). I had my little piece of concrete floor, my 4 foot by 4 foot working station, taped off on the floor where not to stand to be run over by the forklift guys. Once I was having fun with the people, the donkey work didn’t matter so much, because I knew it wouldn’t be forever.

May as well have some fun working at Macky D’s. It won’t be forever, and you could amass an impressive collection of something while there - trivia, happy meal toys, stories of why we don’t want to eat there, species of roaches… etc. And who knows where it could lead. I’ve met some really interesting geezers at Macky D’s, too. They group and come in for coffee, etc. at breakfast time, and have some interesting stories. No matter where you are, there is something interesting in life, if you are paying attention. Plus, then you can come home and blog about it, tell us stories, keep our rapt attention.

Had to work today, C, but made me a new avatar, check it out, LOL.

-DeeK

More column inches than me! LOL!

And you’re right. Who’s needs supersizing when one already is? (Although not as many inches as Deek!)