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last chance texaco |
| 2002-10-21 : 12:21 p.m...brownsboro park |
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my first job in high school was, i was a server in the dining room of a retirement home. of course this was a "retirement community," and not a nursing home, so it's not like i had to wipe ass or anything, and in fact, i really didn't have to do much of anything because it was a buffet thing and most of the residents could take care of themselves. there were a couple of alzheimer's-ridden souls dumped by their families, and a few people driving rascals who needed our help getting their plates of salmon croquettes or country fried chicken, but for the most part it was pretty chill. human cattle, essentially. herded here because nobody has any place else to put them. imagine moving into somewhere and knowing from jump that this is the place you're going to die. you walk in the door and it's like, "well, that's it. it's here or the hospital." i don't know. you'd think they'd have a little more fun with it is all. what's up with all the bingo? you lose a lot of respect for humanity when you work at a place like this. because not only do you see what happens to you at the end, but you also see how people treat people who are at that end. like they're already dead. like they stopped existing the moment they stepped foot in the place. like this isn't what waits for them down the line. |