I saw for myself —-these bears work. It’s not easy to chase down food every moment of the day. And if they don’t, they won’t make it through the long winter. Ennui would kill them. Ennui kills us too. Haven’t you seen the dead eyes of an employee who hated her job?
Last year, in my travels, I entered a busy women’s restroom in an airport. A vivacious woman with a mop in her hand greeted each of us in line enthusiastically. “Welcome to my office! I am Rozette,” she grinned broadly, as she swung the mop across the floor. She had much more to say and I listened, entranced by every word. I left her a generous tip.
I haven’t loved all my jobs, like waitressing for 3 years at the worst restaurant in town (Howard Johnson’s). Nor have I loved all the jobs I didn’t get paid for (fishing, mending net, cleaning toilets in a household of six males.) But I have tried to love the people I’ve served. St Catherine of Siena wrote, “You are rewarded not according to your work or your time but according to the measure of your love.”