Labour

So these past few days I've been doing some manual labour.  I know, the last thing you would probably expect from me.  The school I went to last year is doing some renos and ( I have no clue why they chose me but..) they offered me a few days work to help out with some painting.  When I agreed I thought I would be casually putting some paint on the wall with a roller.  Instead, I've been ripping up carpet, taping ...everthing you never knew needed to be taped, and sanding. Oh, sanding.  Yesterday I worked over 12 hours between this and the coffee shop.  In a strange way though, I have really come to appreciate working hard for my money.  There is something empowering about coming home, completely exhausted and spent and barely able to move, and then knowing that you have to get up the next morning and do the same thing.  I kind of like it... maybe not forever, but it's an interesting change.  Realizing that I actually don't need 15 hours of leisure time a day really changes your perspective on work and North American culture.  It's also crazy to think that there's people all over the world working this hard/ harder every day just to barely be able to feed their families.  I can't even imagine.  It makes me realize how truly blessed we are in North America and how we definately have a responsibility to help out people less fortunate than us.