Shitter Island

     Have you ever tried to explain where you work to someone? Not what you do, but where you work. What's it like where you work? What's the environment? Every morning I park my truck about a quarter mile away from the building that I work in and I walk towards it. We're all herded in a carousel-like entryway like cattle and have our ID's checked to ensure we're allowed entry into the building. All of this is done with little to no exchange of words. Then I head up several flights of stairs (if I'm not too lazy to take the elevator that day) and silently walk to my office. My office has no windows and is positioned in the middle of the floor, four walls and a door that closes and locks. The only thing that distinguishes it from a prison cell is that it doesn't have neither a toilet nor a sink in it. If it had either of those, I wouldn't have to bother with the Third Floor anymore! Occasionally, someone will pop his/her head in and "see how things are going."




     My boss recently scheduled me to work for the next three weeks straight. That's everyday...for three weeks. Honestly, I'm not too sure that I'm not in prison! I think I have a three week sentence!




     Have you ever seen the movie Shutter Island with Leonardo DiCaprio? If not, I won't ruin it here. But I'm pretty sure that I'm living in that movie in real life. I'm working in a building full of people that talk to themselves, shit and pee themselves, and are just generally crazy. I willingly walk into a building that has armed guards, into a room with four walls, no windows and a locking door. Someone comes by and occasionally "checks on me." I think I'm on Shutter Island...NO! I'm on Shitter Island!