Mar 11, 2008 13:55
Dear Satan,
I really like my job and my co-workers. I'm well paid and the work is exciting and very gratifying. But lately it's been sooooo hard for me to get up in the morning and be excited about work. Maybe cuz it's so freaking cold (you don't have to worry about that in hell, do you) and dark outside. Maybe because lately so many kids have been coming back in with relapses (you are credited with a lot of those cases, btw) and it makes me feel like I'm not really doing anything to help these kids, just torturing them for no reason.
Anyways, have I unwittingly become a cog in your cruel machine of misery? If so, how can I release your grip on me? I'm willing to negotiate.
Thanks buddy,
burnt out nurse
Dear BON,
here's the short answer to your question: hospitals are not my domain. they belong to death. but on his behalf, i'd venture to say that you offer people hope, which is the crux of humanity, but it is also the cornerstone of torture.
love Satan