Sunday, August 9, 2015

Modern Day Sisyphus

With hands and feet he tried to roll it up to the top of the hill, but always, just before he could roll it over on to the other side, its weight would be too much for him, and the pitiless stone would come thundering down again on to the plain. Then he would begin trying to push it up hill again...
 - Homer's Odyssey, via perseus.tufts.edu 

I used to think I knew what this was like, working in a large retail store that catered to materialists, and worse still, being partially responsible for the upkeep and cleanliness of the Toy department.

These days, however, I'm finally out of retail, out of the business of dealing directly with customers, sorting presorted mail. I still feel like Sisyphus.

I work on just one of twenty-or-so lines in my facility, for just one-of-three round-the-clock shifts, pushing over twenty thousand pieces of mail from one end of the building to the other and back again. Sisyphus never had to worry about papercuts.

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