I’m gonna be honest. I used to get a little bit mad at this parable. Mainly because it reminded me of those horrible group projects we’d have to do back in school and everybody shared a grade. It was the worst (and I’m pretty sure that has to be illegal by now). So I, being the overachieving student who was also a slight control freak, tended to take on the better portion of the workload. Granted, that lends itself to all kinds of resentment and frustration and lovely things like that - similar to how the morning workers must’ve felt.