3 ring circus
Okay, I know I should really just quit this job (yes, still at that food bank), but I still need the money. Bottle return isn't raking in the thousands I was hoping for.
It makes me feel bad that I've managed to distance myself from caring about the other "lifers" who work here, but not TOO bad. Employees run in and out of this place like there is a revolving door out front, and the ones who are unfortunate enough to stay are jaded, complacent, or naively optimistic... until they realise that they can't really change anything, and give their 2 weeks notice - if that! They need the money too, that's why they're here (for however long/short that may be).
So yeah, today's another 3 ring circus, since the worksafe people have been here to tell the boss that the workplace is, in fact, NOT safe. Really?! The mezzanine area which was actually not zoned to be a mezzanine/office (even told to the organization by the landlord!), piled high with filing cabinets, junk, odds and ends, only supported by a couple beams shoddily assembled... yeah, JUST like the travelling carnival.
And if you will all look over to the warehouse, dripping with rotten food, everything piled much too high, no room for even a flea circus to perform. The floors are slippery, the place reeks, the volunteers are hardly able to move... enough to make a clown cry, I tell ya.
SIGH. And now they're moving a bunch of lockers and shelves and tables and what have you... I just hope I'm not around during an earthquake. Who am I kidding - I wish I wasn't here right now!! Is it so bad to have a little glimmer of evil hope that one of the lockers/shelves/desks falls on one of the circus folk? I couldn't hope for an elephant rampage, but only because there is nowhere for said elephants to stampede. I do like a circus tragedy...
... yeah, I'm going to hell (but then again, big surprise there).
~a
PS: oh yeah, did I mention that this place is about as clean as a elephant's cage, sans cleaner? I spent 45 minutes cleaning the desk I was to work at. It's was FILTHY. Like sickeningly gross filthy! And I'm not faint of heart!
PPS: I apologize if I have offended any carnies, circus folk or animals. All the offense is directed at my place of employment. I'm sure that if I ran away with the circus, that I would have WAY better working conditions. That said, anyone need a magician's assistant? :)