What's Your Version Of Hell?

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I've been here a few months now and typically stay firmly planted between the AH and the Poetry Hangout. So far, no complaints.

But on the few times I have ventured to the GB, it has been a frightening and scarring experience.

My version of a Real Life GB would have to be Wal-Mart on payday.

Outspoken Imbeciles in every aisle (thread). A few lost souls scattered between, just trying to get in and out for cheap toilet paper, unscathed. ;)

Bubba: "Irene! Get yer ass over here and hold this 'ere feeshin' rod fer me! You know I can't carry three cases of Sam's Club Dr. Thunder, new truck tires and a new feeshin' pole!"

Irene: "Crissakes Bubba! What in sam heel ya' need another feeshin' pole fer? Besides, you know I got my hands full with 3, forty pound bags of dog food for all the kids and critturs!"

Bubba: "Shut up, woman!" scratches nuts, "Kids! Hey Kids! Get over here and help your mother with this shit! And give that old man back his teeth! Rowdy! You get offa that there cripple cart and let the old woman back on there. Cain't ya see her hip's busted?"

This is my own personal version of hell. At least the department store section of my hell :rolleyes:

What real-life place would you associate with visiting the GB?


~lucky

p.s. I actually enjoy visiting sometimes. Normally I just lurk, but I'm thinking of getting a new handle and hopping into some 'discussions' here and there. Because sometimes it's not enough to bang my head against a real brick wall. I must do it from the inside out. :D
 
London Gatwick or Heathrow Airport at the start of the school holidays and the French Air Traffic Controllers are on strike.

Og (who goes by ferry)
 
Wal-mart says it all. I have visions of bleached hair with 3inch roots, spandex biker shorts, with a foxy grandma t-shirt. Dad's got three good teeth and is wearing his best WWF shirt cuz they was eating at the all ya kin eat buffet. Children is various stages of clean.

But its slow cuz Nascar is on and JimmyBob got Hawiian Punch on my big foam finger.
Shit woman, did you make them weenies rolled up in dough? I'm gittin company.

My eyes hurt just visioning it.

~A~
 
When I go on the GB I feel old. It reminds me of a noisy birthday party of 5-year-olds where the kids all have bad reactions to the food additives.
 
Any of the pubs in Newcastle's Bigg Market area approaching closing time . . .

Alex
 
Hell on earth? Anyone applied for disability lately in NY?

Lets see. Waiting room filled with people chatting about how they are getting over on the system with faked bad backs and other fraudulent incapacitites while a woman who lost her arm in a car accident has been denied benefits and is sobbing in the corner waiting to get an appeal.

A case worker who bearely speaks english and thinks the answer to your problems with depression and social anxiety disorder is to go down to the city and party. :rolleyes:

A form that asks you to submit every job you have worked at in the last ten years plus pay scale and supervisor with contact number. The same form demands every doctor you have seen in same period. This is the form they will loose three times forcing you to fill it out again. Once you photocopy the SOB and are ready for their next request for it they never want it again.

Then you get to go see their doctor and sit with people who are discussing how to get over on the staff shrink. Right down to the specific questions he will ask and the correct answers for whatever ailment you are faking. When you finally get in to see him, 2.5 hours after your appointment time the poor man looks like he needs a maloxx shake and a blowjob, I mean, he is so strung out he makes me feel bad for being there. His office by the way looks like a converted broom closet.

Then you get to see the neurologist. She's the only one on staff, only comes by on Thursdays, has been seing patients nonstop since 7:00 that morning and is so tired she spills her coffee all over the floor cause her hand is shaking so much.

From that ordeal you go to a waiting period where they call and tell you Dr. Such and such hasn't sent you records. You spend days on the phone with these doctors and eventually have to threaten legal action to get copies of your own medical records.

More waiting. 2 new forms that made the original look like a pizza delivery order in terms of brevity. More waiting. Another trip to see thier shrink. Same exact questions. Same 2.5 hour wait to see him past your appointment time.

Then 2 days worth of calls with your case worker who seems to have crossed up your SSN with someone named Scott. I know I am not a looker, but really? Do I look like a fucking Scott?

More waiting. All this while I have been unemployed and my medical benefits have run out.

Hell on earth? Walmart is freaking Nirvana compared to this stuff.

-Colly
 
Washington DC. God awful murder rate and a whole lot of politicians. How much worse can it get than that?
 
Public school. For Brits, I guess that would be what--council school?
 
I've worked retail, it's just like the GB only with lunch breaks.
~A~
 
My husband had a similar attitude toward working in the lab at Himont.
 
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