Grab the bricks, stack them up…the foreman said. His gaze never leaving the plans laid on his desk for his worker platoon
What makes him in charge of me? I wondered….we both grew up together. Neither of us had the silver spoon
I went to brick laying school, majored in Cementry. He has a diploma from High School only…How can he be ahead of me?
Too scared to voice it, all I can do is relent….
Why don’t I just do my job? Why do I only resent?
What about him could it be? What is it that makes him better than me?
A hot sun today. The humidity has peaked
What’s the foreman doing now? My thoughts told my eyes to seek
While we are laying the bricks, the foreman is inside with the client conditioned with air
Why should we listen to him? Why should we care?
I deserve his job because of my degree. Cementry is something you learn in books. I paid for my new pedigree
A long day of work goes by, I see my co-worker, Jeremy
He did way more with his brick stacking today than me
What happened to you, he asked. You used to stack with the best and not care
You must have something weighing heavy on your mind. Probably something you should share
So I told him what I thought about the foreman and all I had perceived
No comforting look from Jeremy….no indications of sympathy; nothing to put me at ease
When I finished, he asked me, Do you know why he’s in charge and you’re still a low -level slob?
While you went to school and theorized about cement, he was out here laying the bricks….he was doing your job
A degree is one thing, but not a replacement for job experience and gumption
Stop worrying about the Foreman, he earned his function
Your school is important, but don’t get it twisted
You are not being screwed over, though you may, at the end of the day, feel fisted
Your piece of paper. while an achievement
Makes you hire-able, and makes you a brick layer decent
Until you have laid as many bricks as us, swallow that grievance
You are too new and have no reason to feel any malfeasance
Tomorrow, try watching the bricks as hard as the man in charge
Show you can do the lowest job better than anyone else; make the differences large
When you have done what he has done
In a half-dozen of the hottest Summer suns
When you’ve proven your worth, that is when your school and experience will allow you to scoff
Until then, stack bricks like the rest of us or take that piece of paper and fuck right off
That makes sense, I will stack bricks tomorrow with increasing effort
School makes me wise but I still need to work hard for my dessert
Rewards are given because of what you do, not just what you know
Knowledge is a seed, but takes lots of sun to grow
So get outside and pick up a brick
Stop crying about your degree and stop being a prick
No titles are handed out in the world of Cementry
Eventually, you’ll get what you deserve but it’s not given for free
It can’t be bought either, not with money, nor by being the boss’s pet
Your time to be Foreman is coming, you just haven’t earned it yet