It's Friday night and he's folding T-shirts. Him. The Complete and Total Loser. Folding T-shirts at work.
This is pathetic, he thinks, and he's been doing it since 2002.
Then he thinks that times being what they are, how many others would be happy to be folding T-shirts at work, where you're paid enough to live on and have full health benefits?
Plenty, he thinks.
A voice inside speaks up, like those cartoon angels and devils on the shoulder.
How many white men would feel that way?
All right. Fewer.
How many white men with graduate degrees?
Yeah, well. Fewer still.
How many white men with graduate degrees with experience in the field they studied?
Some, I'm sure.
How many white men with graduate degrees with experience in the field they studied who will be 54 years old in less than a month who are constantly told they can do better than this yet have been doing it for a decade?
Uh ... Can't say.
|Not perfect, but fairly neat is what the Loser strives for.|