Indeed, I am begining to subscribe to the Catharistic interpretation of Hell as this world itself.
It makes sense, and I take great comfort in the thought that if this life is indeed the netherworld, then it is the devil we know (if you'll excuse the pun).
Anyhow, my job continues to suck - I can't tell you how difficult it is to stand for eight hours a day, concentrating on little metal plates, without speaking or changing tasks or positions. Imagine an eternity of doing this.
It reminds me of a joke I once heard:
A fellow is sent to Hell and is met by the Devil himself and given a tour of the place. "Now, you know, you'll have to pick a room where you'll spend the rest of your days here in Hell." said the Dark One. They visited a number of different locations - in one, people were doing hand stands on broken glass and nails. "Hmmm, that looks painful" thought the man. In another room people were standing on their heads being prodded with pitchforks by demons and burnt by their flaming nostrils. "Well that doesn't look promising" he said. Along innumerable rooms the man saw much of the same thing; people standing on their hands, being tormented and abused in thousands of variations. Finally they came upon a place where a dozen or so people were standing upright, up to their waists in manure, drinking coffee and chatting happily. "Ah, this doesn't look too bad" said the man, and indicated to the Devil that this was were he would like to spend eternity. "Are you sure?" asked the Devil. "Absolutely" confirmed the man. So he was led in and assigned a spot. No sooner, though, had he gotten comfortable that a loudspeaker on the wall of their room came on and barked out "Okay everyone, coffee break is over - back on your heads!".
That is pretty much how I feel about my job. The first five hours are okay - it is the last three that really start to get painful. I hate to sound like a whinging prat - I have done hard labour before, and I don't mind physical work, but for the miniscule amount of pay we receive versus the tremendous amount of work we do, this job is bad.
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That made me laugh. At first. Then I was taking a shower and couldn't get the image of all those people standing on their heads under a pile of manure for all eternity, apart for the coffee breaks of course. Then I sat down to breakfast and that image came creeping back into my mind again. And so on for the rest of the day. It's pretty sickening, and if that is how you feel about your job then you've succeeded in gaining my symphathy. Do you get coffee breaks?
Hey, it's too bad that you didn't work there in 2005. That's when it was one of the best places to work in Kentucky. What on earth could have happened? How did they manage to slip into hell from such lofty heights? Or maybe someone just has a sick sense of humour...
It appears that the State of Kentucky (along with a lot of thelocal communities) didn't plan adequately for infrastructure or enlarging the skilled worker base. Plus, many of the Japanese corporations that opened shop here don't want to hire permanent workers, so they just keep turning over large amounts of temps (at six dollars an hour - before taxes). There is some talk of restructuring the pay scales to entice better skilled and hard working folks in, but that is just talk right now.
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