Not many people give thoughts to the garbage man, much less being one themselves.
Everyday we throw garbage out, it seems like it’s the end of the garbage’s journey.
It becomes a routine.
And thus, everything seems okay fine lovey dovey peaceful and beautiful until one day….
You can’t login to your blog.
You can’t access your emails.
You don’t even know why you have phone calls made to Africa.
You find your bank account empty.
You don’t own your house anymore.
You lost your social identity.
You are now a nobody.
Do you feel a little panic? scared? petrified? faint?
How about horror? terrified? an inch away from death?
Maybe the above is too extreme, but it’s not unreal and believe it or not, all of it originates from your arrogance.
When you get your new email account, where do you write your password?
When you sign up for blogspot, where did you store your secured passcard?
hmmmm….
Soooooooo, when did it all start?
By throwing your password into the garbage bin “trusting” that the garbage will “dispose” of that “garbage” as in the perfect world should be. Oh, such faith you have in the garbage man.
Read the quotes in the sentence above and replace them with “spoon-feed”, “savage”, “treasure” and you’ll get the idea.
Now I’m thinking twice for my profession. If I only I own the dumpster…. anyways, the lesson is,
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thanks for your trash. Thanks for having ‘faith’ in me. muahahahaha