- · inspired by … “Lord have mercy on the working man” by Travis Tritt
“5:30 in the morning; time to get
out of bed.”
Miserably tired, Steven must face
another day. It was Thursday, with only
two work days left until he could enjoy the weekend and get some sleep.
First thing that he did after he
awoke was to walk into the kitchen and make a pot of coffee.
Savoring every sip, he looked out
into the yard and noticed the sun coming up through the leaves on the trees.
“No breakfast this morning, there
wouldn’t be time.”
He finished his second cup of
coffee to go upstairs and shower before work.
His wife and children were still
sleeping. His wife, Penelope, would be
awake very soon to make the kids breakfast before they went to school.
Penelope was sleeping and Steven
felt the familiar warmth of love in his heart as he looked upon her.
He went into the bathroom and
shaved and brushed his teeth before showering.
It was still very early. He had to be to work no later than 8:00
o’clock and traffic was always bad.
Steven finished shaving. In the mirror, he noticed the dark circles
under his eyes. Brushing his teeth, he
contemplated the new day.
The monotonous nature of his work
created a mundane routine in his life.
He had co-workers and some friends at the factory, but every day at work
he kept an eye on the clock waiting for the bell to ring and for it to reach
the time to clock out and go home.
He was good at his job and had
received a number of promotions over the years which now placed him as a
stationary foreman in his sector. He was
in charge of over twenty men and enjoyed the latitude his placement allowed.
As he drove to work this morning,
traffic was heavy on the freeway. He
stopped at a donut shop on the way, as he often did, to grab a glazed donut and
a cup of coffee. The familiar faces were
welcoming.
He picked out his donut and asked
for a large coffee as the clerk wished him a good morning and sent him on his
way.
As he continued his journey to
work, he listened to the news station on the radio. The newsman discussed the situation in TheUkraine in a daunting manner. It seemed
that many were worried about the ramifications that might result from the
crisis.
As for Steven, he didn’t let it
bother him much. He figured that the
situation would take care of itself and that everything would turn out right.
Steven changed the station. In another fifteen or twenty minutes he would
arrive at work. Right now he felt like
listening to some music on the radio.
One of his favorite songs started
playing on the radio.
“How come you never call me sugar, baby? How come you never call me sweetie, honey?”
He almost began singing along to
the catchy lyrics, but chose not to because of his insecurities about his own
singing abilities.
Yet, the song playing on the
radio immediately lightened his spirits and made the impending day seem less intimidating.
Arriving to work, he had a
parking space reserved. It seemed like a
minor convenience, but it made his trivial day more accommodating. On salary, he still needed to clock in every
morning. They said it was a matter of
bookkeeping or something. But, it was no
matter to him. He got paid the same regardless
of showing up ten minutes early or fifteen minutes late.
“Good morning, Steven,” one of
the workers greeted.
“Good morning, Bob,” Steven
retorted.
As the crew arrived each of them
would meet in the lobby to enjoy one more cup of coffee before they got ready
for the new work day to begin. Welcoming
each other with smiles, it brought camaraderie to the floor of the factory.
Most of the employees arrived
around 8:00 in the morning, but their work didn’t begin until about 9:00. They were all very familiar with their jobs
and were quite good at it.
They all shared similar routines,
in which Steven was the boss. If there
was some sort of problem with the equipment, Steven was in charge of getting it
fixed. If it were time for a break or
anything else of that nature, it was Steven’s call.
The only change to the routine
was when there was a new worker and Steven was in charge of training the new
employee to do their job.
The repetitive nature of the work
allowed a break for lunch in which they all would gather in the cafeteria to
share a meal with one another. The food
was surprisingly good for an automobile factory’s cafeteria and it kept the
workers in good morale.
The day would continue after
lunch. Between 1:00 and until 5:00 they would
continue with their work. The work day
would slow down after lunch, with many of the workers letting their lethargy
get the better of them.
The hours past and it was time to
conclude the work day. Steven, as
foreman, alerted the crew around 4:30 that it was near time to clock out and go
home. The workers, skilled in their
routine, would shut down the equipment and return excess supplies to the
storage area.
Today, like every other day, 5:00
finally arrived. The work bell rang as
the workers were finishing their work.
It was time for Steven to go home
to his wife and children to spend precious time with them which was all-too
rare.
Driving up that Thursday evening,
traffic was bad as it always was. He
listened to the news on the radio. It
looked like they had finally tracked that missing plane. However, it didn’t seem like much of a
success since there probably would be no survivors. For some reason, the newscaster seemed more
optimistic about it then Steven did.
Baseball season was starting
soon. “Boston could give the Yankees a
run for it this year,” he thought to himself.
He changed the station on the
radio to listen to some more music.
“George Jones, George Strait, and Jason Alean; Jukebox heroes, that’s
all that they are. But, when they play
those sad-drinking songs, my heart can’t help but sing along.”
“When Alan Jackson sings, ‘Midnight in Montgomery’ and Tim McGraw sings
‘The Ride’, the songs of Hank Williams take hold of my memory.”
He continued his drive home. Penelope would surely by ready to serve
dinner when he arrived home.
After a hard day’s work, he could
not help but have a smile on his face.
The work was physical and monotonous, but it allowed him to share the
grace of living with his wife and a happy family.
As he parked in his driveway, a
brighter smile appeared on his face. He
opened the door, only to be greeted by his wife. Once again he realized how much he loved her
and how much he always would.
His family sat down to share
dinner. It was him, his wife, and his
two daughters. They shared an expertly
crafted dinner prepared with care by his wife.
It was fettuccini alfredo with lemon-herb chicken and garlic bread.
As they sat down together to
enjoy their dinner, he realized how much happiness the monotonous routine of
family life meant to him. He had a good
job, he had a beautiful wife that loved him and that he loved, and he had two
children who he adored.
He blessed the day only to wait
for another.
1 comment:
I love this song of Travis Tritt. Had't heard anything new from him for a while.
Thanks for sharing your "Cowboy" news! :-)
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