Homework. I am tired of being in my apartment. I am having difficulties concentrating on my work here. I had plenty of time with Thanksgiving, however, my landlord decided to take Thanksgiving week for plumbing projects in the apartment below which entailed turning off all the water. Plus, my neighbor left his needy dog here for the neighbors, and Grad Students to take care of collectively which left him howling, and crying more often than not.
And so, today, I decided to do my homework, and study at the school library. Upon arrival, I was able to accomplish a fair amount listening to Christmas tunes on the headphones, and imagining riding through The Alps one day, or various locations in Europe on Christmas vacations on luxury train rides. Then, all of a sudden, the Librarians begin unloading carts of books from their shelves all around me which is distracting in the least, and mildly annoying given the week I have just had with the dog, and somewhat cumbersome landlord in, and out. So, I decide to take a break, have a small lunch, and back again; they are still unloading books all about, but I am still on my train ride through The Alps. I am feeling romantic, and whimsical fantasizing about my future Christmas vacations, and who they may be with through white Christmases, and hearths with warm fire places. I move to a room in an alcove away from the shuffling, and loading of books. I felt the inkling to offer some help, but decided that would be awkward, and I really need to finish this homework which is due tomorrow. One of the helpers looked like a maintenance man, or Grounds Keeper with a grey beard like he may have been a fan of Duck Dynasty. However, alas, the man duel never ends. For an instance he sees my fantasy, and he is working his life away in the fields whilst I am bound for The Polar Express. The weather, and season's change has a way to do that to people. This is not my first rodeo around this town. It happens so often that I just tend to keep to certain circles, and avoid the overtly feral types who must feel dominate, or alpha all the time. I am aware that the cave man types must always feel alpha even if they are closer to being Grounds Keeper Willie. Either way, the whole experience knocked me out of my happy place. It was like being punched, and it-it took me a-back, and my brain flashed 50 different possibilities...a scene in the novel, The Count of Monty Cristo, ....no...., The Janitor from Scrubs? No....a Grounds Keeper Willie episode from the Simpsons; that'll do. We have a Willie here. In around a year, or two I will be making close to triple what he makes. And he is looking at a cold winter ahead, involving work outside in it whilst I am cozy enjoying winter near a hearth, reading, and writing poetry with a beautiful woman. I would like to feel sorry for the bloke, but somewhere deep down I know he probably voted for Trump; his health insurance has tripled, his groceries have become more expensive (until very recently...), and wealth inequality is growing vastly. I know, because I am, have been in a similar boat, and here I am doing the homework which will put me above the curb while he snorts, and spits outside my door.
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