The Working World: adapted from Facebook post.

I hate the job.
I hate the hours.
I hate the work.
I have to see straight lines and color variations. I can do neither of those things under the best of circumstances. And they make me wear safety glasses over my glasses -- y'all can maybe guess how exactly helpful it is to have an extra lens over your lenses when already your vision cannot be corrected to 20/20.

Plus my feet hurt, and my back twists (not as part of the job) I have muscle spasms in my back, in my butt, in my fingers. Comfy shoes are against the rules. We must wear steel toed shoes. They aren't too uncomfortable, but 12 hours and concrete floors are hard, even if I were walking on air.
My hips feel as if they are going to just pop out of their sockets, and that scares me.
I spend my breaks in the bathroom so I can just take off my shoes.




I really wish I didn't have to wear the safety glasses. That extra lens has my vision all discombobulated. But they don't have the side pieces to slip onto glasses, and it's unacceptable to buy my own and wear them. I asked.

Of course, two days doesn't equal a fair chance, so I will be going back tomorrow as I'm scheduled to, but I have to tell you -- it's really really hard, and really really painful. I hope/wish they would find me another job. there's too much waiting on the next person or the last person on the job I am doing. It would be much easier if I could stay steady busy.

But I'll keep trying. Who will come and roll me to the car when mu legs won't support me as I roll out of bed one fine morning? I wish we were having the blizzard. But too much rest may be just as bad, so maybe I'll just roll out in the morning and roll on in

Where, oh, (under)Wear

There was a news story recently about 'found' panties being hung along the Purple People Bridge in Cincinnati.( http://www.local12.com/news/local/story/Panties-Found-Along-Ohio-Road-To-Be-Hung-on-Bridge/jZle-W5AP0W-0BAU_UwfDw.cspx )  The panties display is intended to bring attention to cervical cancer.

No where does it say what will be done with the panties afterwards.
 Will they be allowed to hang until they've fallen off or blown away? Imagine boating beneath the bridges and having women's undergarments fluttering into your vessel. Is your woman going to believe that if she isn't there at the time? Unless that story was also to make news.
Will they be washed and sanitized and repackaged into zip-lock(T) bags, tagged as sanitized, and redistributed to the poor? Auctioned off in odd lots?

I haven't been able to find the answer, although there has to be a way, especially in this information age.

The pantie disposal problem made me wonder, too. If you were in desperate need of underwear, and had no way to get any on your own, where would you go? Who would you ask? How particular would you, personally, be? Many people find the thought of second hand underwear as totally disgusting. Of course, many people think underwear unnecessary and nonessential, anyway.

I don't know what your thoughts and feelings are on the matter.
I don't care.
But I think it's worth thinking about, if you needed these items, what would you do? Who would you ask, where would you go? What would you accept, if your alternative was doing without?

Maybe you could throw a new pack into a charity basket every now and then.

Or, when you pass under the bridge, and catch an awareness-raising garment, you can donate it back to someone's cause.

Thanks.