The subordinate

Well  a subordinate would be someone belonging to a lower or inferior class or rank; You know the kind of job you would go like, “you do that for a living ?” *surprised face with a hint of pity* Yah, that’s what I am talking about. Like a janitor, garbage collector, house-help, cobbler, watchman, tea-girl … these are just but a few of them. But I know you get what I mean.

Did you know, that the world would be such an unbearable place if these people we call subordinate workers were not in existence i.e.  if we all had white-collar jobs in management positions. There would be no one to clean the office, cook tea for break, clean the toilets … it would be a crazy world, i mean since every one is too proud to do any of the dirty work.

How would it be if you went home, after a tired day of being busy in the office spinning on your chair #JustKidding and start cleaning the house, cooking dinner, washing clothes you know the whole baggage, but thanks to house helps, you come home to a clean dustless house, cooked food, washed, dried and ironed clothes. I mean the least you can do is at least be grateful for the existence of such work and people who can do them.

If say, there were no watchmen and at night you have to sleep with one eye open so as to spot any hint of insecurity on your very large compound, if every night you have to walk around to make sure all doors are closed, the dogs are fed and let out to bark away in the night. But thanks to watchmen, all you have to do is employ them and sleep at the comfort of your bed the whole night and very confident and trusting that the compound is top-notch secure.

If in the office, the tea girl was non existant … oh well thank God for coffee makers and disposable tumblers, but not all offices have such luxuries as a result I treasure the tea lady, because if it were not for her no one will be quite offering to go make tea for us. Talk of pride.

And this happened to me today, I wore a shoe I hadn’t worn in ages, and after walking a distance I realize probably the reason I never wore it is because it had something at the back that used to hurt me … Thank God for cobblers, I got him to mend for me the shoe and now am very comfortable in them. I mean what if there was no cobblers I would either have to struggle through out the day, or randomly buy another pair of shoes.

All am trying to say is that the subordinate staff/worker is sort of like a hem in a cloth, they are important #Very, they make things easier,  and they do those things that you feel sweet to do without complaining. As a result the least you can do is respect them and if you can tip them, please do, if not you can make them smile for they also deserve it, by saying thanks for the service they have offered you.

Read this quote somewhere, and I think it’s quite true:

“I admire men of character, and I judge character not by how men deal with their superiors, but mostly how they deal with their subordinates, and that, to me, is where you find out what the character of a man is”

Have a Wonderful Wednesday *Smiles*

Signing out — *Kawi*