Exercise in Futility: emptying the mudwrestling pit in the rain

[Repost, since “couldn’t find the server” ate my post last night. Grrrrrrr.]

It’s raining outside. Pretty steady rain.

So I’m looking out one of the office windows at the restaurant courtyard four floors below. Nice little Irish pub/restaurant - more of a bar that also serves food, and the food isn’t too bad, the bartenders are great people and they have live bands on the weekends and great happy hour specials.

Back to the courtyard: in addition to the tables and chairs, there’s a mud wrestling pit next to the fountain.

The other week, the restaurant added mud wrestling exhibitions to their Thursday night offerings. Interesting, not something I’d go out of my way to see, but it seems to be a big draw, plus one of the local radio stations shows up.

In there pit there are two guys, both in hip boots. The older one is shoveling thick black mud into a wheelbarrow, and from the amount in there it looks like he’s been there awhile, with a long ways to go.

The younger guy is covered in mud (not as bad as the older guy: he might have slipped and fallen), and using a wet-vac to suck the puddles of water out of the mud. Except it’s raining harder and the more water he sucks out of the mud, the more puddles appear from the rain.

Next to the pit are bags of dirt. Presumably, they are emptying the old mud, and adding fresh mud for tonight’s performance. Except the rain is now making more mud for them to get rid of and add to the pit.

Not much else to add, but who else here can say that they work in an office next to a mud wrestling pit?

That has got to be the modern definition of a sisyphesian effort. Urk. What a job. I hope those guys at least get to see the ladies enjoying the fruits of their labor.

Hmmmm.

Sisyphus was Greek.
One of the mud-shovelers is Italian.
Wrestling has already been mentioned.

Okay, I now work next to a Greco-Roman wrestling ring. Sounds more “classical”.

And it’s pouring out again, but no one is shoveling.