When This Blows Over

The adjoining warehouse - a vital operational engine reduced
to running on sheer tractor trailer fumes - features off-the-graph
climate change that hockey sticks between “chattering” and
“sweltering” depending on the calendar position and the funds
allotted to provide tolerable working conditions for the people
who do ‘that kind of work’. Despite an even more comical
absence of knowledge and experience in the logistics and
machinations that govern such an environment, this bordering
institution is not spared the meddling crosshairs of revolution –
enduring a circus-like infusion and overhaul of bodies and
procedures completely alien and detrimental to its former
military-like precision and comradery. A vast moldering
dungeon of dust, dirt and noxious gases that has aggravated the
breathing function of all who spend significant time encased in
its walls, the employee calamity / defection rate in this once
stable and smoothly run ant colony would startle even the most
lenient analyst of actuary tables. One casualty of its oppressive
and toxic ambience – hospitalized with a collapsed lung – is
actually terminated via email while recovering.
This grimy, stark, cold and depressing enclave - completely
stripped of all humanity, humor and fun -- is in many ways the
perfect atmosphere … a dead-on metaphor… for the slippery
machinations of a bumbling spawn of Satan … The despicable,
dysfunctional birthplace of one of the worst examples of
administrative malpractice, dishonest brokering and outright
meanness one can witness – and I had a front row seat.