Today was just like any other day. Wake up, throw some reasonably clean cloths on. Drive an hour to work, then begin my shift. Answering peoples calls, and playing with modems. Locked into a tiny basement room. Chained to my workstation. Guys behind me with whips urging me on. You get the picture. Pretty normal for anyone I'd think.

Maby not, thier has to be someone, somewhere who doesn't work in a cave. Never seeing the light of day, never having any social contact. Thier may be one person who works above, only one. Hmm, or that's how it feels some times.

The story from last time continues!

I get out of the bar (after not drinking anything but a coke). Heaed to perkins, and eat a rather good hamburger. Even had a girl flirting with me ;) Decide it's both time to leave, and use the latrine. Head to the bathroom, but it's closed for repairs! Pay, and go to the grocery store in the same parking lot.

This is where the fun starts. My trek from one side of the building to the other whisps me through a strange land. A place where about every opressed minority is represented! It was such a sight, but that was not the half of it.

Apparently opressed minoritys don't like to take care of thier bathrooms. When I came in, I really had to take a dump. Bad enough I was literaly dancing. Opening the bathroom door I was treated to the lingering smell of urine mixed with fecies. Not pleasent, but I really had to go.

Holding my nose, i thought "I can do this, I can do this". Opened the first stall I came to. Piles of fecies everywhere mixed with toilet paper. Next stall, and every one thereafter resulted in the same sort of find.

By this time I was getting pretty sick to my stomch. (I couldn't hold my breath that long) The urinals where no better either.

By this point my body decided that since it couldn't expell my bowls, that it would relive some extra weight the other way. Yep, that great burger I had (and lunch) had to come up. I tried to tell my body that it would be ok. You know, that I'd not hang around...maby find a clean toilet somewhere. Nope. My body wouldn't listen!

Ususaly a person does this sort of thing in a toilet, or a trash can. Thier was no way I was going to kneel in fecies, and pray to one of those putred piles of shit. Having no paper towls, they didn't have any trash cans. The only part of the restroom that was even remotly clean happend to be the sink.

To not attract too much attention, the tap was turned on. Water flowing by worked well to down out the sound of my mysery. It didn't hurt, but it's just not a good feeling.

I washed up, and left. I don't think any of the opressed minoritys where the wiser. Heh, guess I was just doing my job to opress evern more already opressed minoritys by makeing them clean it up. "Just doing my duity as an american!".

I've been having that problem lately. Hmm, maby lately isn't the word for it. The last few months. At least once a week I just can't keep something or other down. Sometimes more often that that. At first it hurt a lot, but I've gotten pretty usto it at this point. That's sad. Hmm, maby I should see a doctor?

But, I feel fine. Maby not quite fine. I'm alive. About all that matters anyway...

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