A Tale of Two Backpacks

There's a timid little guy that comes into my office a couple of times a week wearing a vacuum cleaner backpack. He empties the trash from my trash can and runs the vacuum around the office. He won't even knock if the door is closed and he works alongside the woman that scrubs the bathrooms.

The troops out on the floor also carry backpacks. They carry rucksacks full of targeting equipment to help them take out the international garbage. They are aggressive about it. They aren't timid about knocking when the door is closed either.

Do you know what happens in a life to determine which rucksack you carry? There's nothing dishonorable about cleaning up the trash but there's no lasting glory or accomplishment in it either.

To excel and self-actualize or to drift from unexceptional job to unexceptional job.
To be something exceptional or to be something plain.
To be someone that people notice or to be someone rarely notice.
To be... or not to be... that is the question.

Sorry for mixing the Dickens with the Shakespeare.