While I was on sabbatical my job for two months was to wash all the windows and glass in the cafeteria. It was perhaps my favorite job during the twenty months I was away. Why?
My predecessor, a man fondly called “Breeze,” told me how I should look at my new duties. He said I could get upset when someone put their hands on my freshly cleaned windows and smudged them. I could be bored doing the same thing every day mumbling the entire seven hour shift about the job’s futility. I could become frustrated that a man of my education was relegated to washing windows. He said all were legitimate. But none of them would bring me peace or solace.
Then he said, “Big Easy these windows are a view to the outside for each of us. We see grass, we see trees and shrubs, we see the sky, and we see open space from a very confined and depressing space. Every smudge, every fingerprint, and every speck of dust or pollen clouds the view of the only freedom we have. Take your time, but know that your work helps each and every one of us.”
After two months I was taken off window washing duty. The reason – I was enjoying myself too much.