Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Description of ... Hell?
Imagine a place that is filled with bad people: thieves, robbers, murderers, etc. everywhere you go. Even the guy ahead of you in line at the grocery is talking about his parole officer. You have to lock your purse in the trunk even when you are parked directly across the street from City Hall.
Imagine having to work from the minute you get up to the minute you go to bed, in very unpleasant conditions, without a break... going from the time you wake up until late in the afternoon without even so much as a drink of water, let alone anything to eat. And in those few times that you are indoors, you are simply waiting in line -- for HOURS, no joke -- just to do something mundane like changing your address. SIX hours to be exact. Yeah, just to change an address.
Imagine it being so danged hot that you feel like you are inside an oven, being soaked with sweat all the time, having to wear wet clothes which even feel hot because of the oppressive heat and humidity, having the sweat run into your eyes for hours at a time, having wet hair, wet socks, all from sweat.
Imagine that in this place, everyone else is also soaked with sweat and their smell is overpoweringly horrible and disgusting, and yet you are forced to spend time in the room with them sitting next to you, or otherwise having to stand outside in the unbearable heat.
Imagine being pestered by insects and other vermin which bite and suck your blood, get in your eyes, and make you even more miserable than you already are from the debilitating heat, smell, boredom, physical labor, etc.
Imagine you are there. What would you call the place? Yeah, that's what I call it here too.
3 comments:
Florida?
Basically, you described my career more accurately than you can ever realize.
Jacksonville, to be exact. Grandma Fordham's.
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