Every Friday, a representative from the waste management company drives to our office to pick up the cardboard and paper. He collects the used manila folders, mounds of copy paper and well-worn cardboard boxes, tosses them into his truck, pulls a switch and smooches up the former office supplies into nice, relatively bio-degradable bits.
During most weeks, I help by dragging over an occasional trashcan and throwing papers in the large compost heap.
Today, our administrative team cleaned out our files. Any pre-1996 documents we now destined for the trash heap. As such, we had well over 50 boxes to dispose of.
The cardboard man looked dismayed when greeted by the ominous towers of boxes. Regardless, he slipped on his gloves and got right to work.
I asked: “Do you mind if I help?”
He replied: “If you don’t mind; that would be nice.”
So, I grabbed my first of many folder-filled boxes and hurled them in the truck.
Wow! I felt great!
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been very stressed out. The daily grinds of work and graduate school have been taking their toll.
This was so cathartic. I hurled in these old, stuffed boxes and watched as the gargantuan steel arm applied tons of pressure.
After hauling the last of the heap, I looked behind me. The once dusty, cluttered space was now wonderfully clear.
I breathed a deep cleaning breath and waved goodbye to the Cardboard Man.
Yep. Feeling better now.
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