there's always a worse job
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Halifax, 2004.01.19
The building where I work is glommed onto a structure that leads to a hotel lobby. As I was walking through a second floor passageway within this structure, I looked out over the hotel's large sweeping reception area. There was a hotel staffer stooping to scoop behind a hotel guest's dog. It was quite cold and snowy and generally it made my job seem quite pleasant (not that much of a stretch, really, cos my job isn't bad, but wow).