Conspiracy

There's talk here by some that the exposé in the newspaper will reveal the atrocious acts the city is guilty of, in its mistreatment of employees. A lady here was thinking that it might begin making people wonder whether other agencies have such hidden agendas; such as the police and fire departments, or sanitation and transportation departments. Is there a room where those unfortunate train operators who struck the two MTA maintenance workers, are expelled.

There was also conversation of how the Department of Education could easily have a cache of "phantom" teachers for whom payrolls are collected and boats are bought.

Now, about logistics here in the rubber-room; what happens if somebody has a stomach ache or worse and occupies the bathroom for an extended time?

The conversations here certainly revolve around different events that it seems was the case at work. People are cordial enough as they ask about the weekends spent.

After two days away it was again nerve-wracking to return.

My body is tired, my mind is fatigued. I never thought it would be so difficult to simply sit. I ache. I close my eyes but cannot escape. Respite, refuge, please come take me. I feel I am weakening here.

Something else somebody else in the hallway today said is that we are put here to tire us down, to silence us and hide us away. The guilty along wit the semi-guilty and the incriminated, and the innocent.