Janitor

The other day, I was talking to this teen who worked at my gym. He did some cleaning and straightening up of the weights and equipment. We were talking about his future and he said to me, “I don’t want to be a janitor for the rest of my life.” I thought to myself, “Dude, you’re nineteen! Not only will this not be your last job, it won’t even be your last 100^th job.” I didn’t want to break it to him, but there are few very CEO jobs available for people who can’t buy alcohol—that poor kid. When he becomes an adult, there will be times when he’ll wish to be a janitor—he’ll be begging to do nothing but clean. We have all had those days when we wished the only expectation of us was sparkling floors and filling the paper towel dispenser. Sure, cleaning up other people’s crap may sound bad, but it’s certainly better than having it dumped on you.