Whenever I’m a pissed off about life in general I like to think “hey it could be worse”. For an American in 2010 you have to think about nearly any time frame in any country in any situation to confirm that, yes it’s a pretty decent life. (I don’t want to hear any bitching about “the great recession”! It was self-inflicted and when I rant about fiscal asshattery it’s the “self-inflicted” part that angers me. Losing the lease on a Lexus or going underwater in a McMansion is not the same as starving to death because the turnip crop failed.)
This is perspective: 33 miners in Chile were trapped after a collapse and it took 17 days to contact them to find out that they were miraculously alive.
This is perspective delivered with a sledge hammer:
“Workers are due on Monday to start drilling an escape shaft going about 700m (2,300ft) underground, which is likely to take four months to complete.”
Four fucking months? I get pissed when they tell me to park off to the side at the drive through because the fries aren’t ready yet. Four months in a rock prison!
“…five of the trapped miners were showing signs of depression…”
And the other 28 miners are high? Lock me in a collapsed tunnel and I’ll be batshit insane within a few days! There is an alternative plan that might take only two months. Oh yippie, it would arrive 1.9 months after my skull had exploded.
So there you have it. Whenever I hate my job I simply reflect that no matter how many indignities have piled up I haven’t been stuffed in a rock hole, had the exit blown up, and then told I’ll have to cool my jets until Christmas before I could see the sky again. Chilean miners win my award for those who’ve truly symbolize to my definition of “shafted” (no pun intended). Good luck gentlemen.