The Story of the Workers in the Orchard

So I've had some whingeing from the Apple-Picking Detail.

Some people have been out picking apples in the Orchard since first light this morning. And their backs are aching - and so are some of their heads, where shaking the trees with insufficient bonce-protection resulted in bruises, contusions and concussion.

But some people went out at lunchtime, and only picked until it got too dark to dodge the falling apples.

And others nipped out after work, and picked a few apples in their spare time.

And now I've got complaints because you were all treated the same.

Well what other than "nothing" were you all expecting to receive? For goodness' sake; what do you think this is, a parable?