SWARTHOS

The sun beat down on the asphalt, bouncing off the chrome wheels of my Camaro. It was the kind of heat that would melt the brains of lesser men, but me? I was a lizard, basking in the glorious inferno of the afternoon. Sixty-One years on this rock, and I still felt like I could conquer the world. Hell, I was already running it, one water molecule at a time.

President of the damn Water Company. Yeah, that’s me. The king of the H2O, the Water Baron as my uncle used to call me, the high priest of hydration. And you know what? I love it. Some folks talk about retirement, about easing into the sunset. But what’s the point of watching the world go by when you can be the engine driving it?

For many people, they think it’s all about the money, about having “time for yourself”. They’re missing the point, man. This ain’t about the cash, it’s about the work. About knowing you’re making a difference, about being a cog in the machine that keeps this city alive.

For nearly a quarter of a century I have had the honor of working for our city’s Water Company, with the past eight years serving as president. All this has been bestowed upon me as a divine gift from God above. The water that flows through our taps is not merely a commodity; it is the very lifeblood of our community, quenching our thirst, nourishing our bodies, and keeping our homes and businesses thriving.

Every day, I wake up with the same fire in my belly. The same thirst for action, for purpose. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush from making sure that every faucet in this city runs clean, or maybe it’s the satisfaction of knowing that my job isn’t some pointless, soulless grind. It’s about something that matters. It’s about life.