No you didn’t.
Yes I did.
No.
Yes.
I.
Did.
I once posted about my side hustle scrapping metal. Thought it’d be a quirky little gig on the side. Then life came along, flipped the table, and said, “Surprise! It’s your full-time job now.” Seven months deep into unemployment and here we are.
Does it pay the bills? Look at you, thinking life plays fair.
Not even close. But hey, there’s a weird satisfaction in not tossing a can into the trash after paying for garbage pickup and renting the recycling bin like I’m some kind of eco-landlord.
Anyway, I hit a new personal milestone. Saw a crushed aluminum can in a parking lot. It was just sitting there. Alone. Vulnerable. Practically whispering, “Take me.”
So I did. Parked next to it. Scooped it up. Discreet, like a raccoon in business casual.
Sure, germs. But it felt like finding a lucky penny—except instead of luck, it came with a side of public shame and a scrap value of approximately zero.
Still got it, though. Because I’m committed. And that can? That was my win for the day.
Still showing up!
Rock on!