I would like to read you guys a passage from my diary which i kept while on one of my many encounters at LSG sky chefs. LSG Skychefs is where i have worked for two months this summer. LSG skychefs is a harsh place, one not for the weak. But I'm not a weak minded man, and maybe that's why i have survived for as long as i have. Maybe if i can stay focused and alert...i can survive my last week there....
*beginning of log*
Time: 1300 hours (1 o'clock pm)
Place: LSG Skychefs........
A.K.A: Hell on Earth.
I hate this place... I've been stationed here for one month, three weeks, two days and 0400 hours...two horrific long months. I've seen more fucked up shit in five minutes then you'll ever see in your life. I've lost more friends here then I'd like to admit. Some left for college...others left out of sheer boredom. I feel like those bastards have abandoned me.. took the pussy way out....But its more like I let them down..I should have been there for them. i SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE! But i let this place get to them. I let them leave. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK!?! WHAT KIND OF STOREROOM EMPLOYEE AM I? I guess its not right to blame myself for them having plans for the future..but Jesus...they were like family. AND NOW THEY ARE GONE! Now its just me in an airport jungle full of the enemy. I can smell my boss...he smells like corporate bullshit. He's right on my ass....has been for the last 10 minutes. I've been hunkered down between a pallet of canned mushroom stems and corn and the many racks of canned goods next to the eastern wall. He hasn't found me yet. But he has enough guys around here to keep my stay short. He knows I'm here....he knows. When the time comes, I will have to fight him off with the only thing i have left. Verbal abuse and cans of mushrooms. I refuse to go to the cold freezer to put away freight like he and his army wants. I'd rather die than do that shit again. I did my time, i'm done. Let the other guys do it dammit! I'M SO SICK OF THIS PLACE. I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AND PLAY GRAND THEFT AUTO THREE MAN!
HOME.........I barely remember it.
Its been 4 long hours since I've seen it. Seen my family. Instead of enjoying cookouts and playing with my dog; I'm stuck in the middle of this mess...ducking charlie. Actually my boss' name is john..but lets call him charlie. That's a more army like name. I can see all the employees doing their job. Wondering why I am not there doing the same bullshit. They want my ass doing freezer work just like them, they can taste the victory of saying "oh, Robby's over there putting away cans of corn." Then they too will disappear, leaving me with three pallets of freezer goods. That's the kind of shit i live with every day. LSG......THE place where that nazi-commi bullshit airline food is prepared. What am i even doing here?
"putting away freight for the cooks" is what the government tells me.
I can feel this place getting to me. If i have to put one more fucking box of "tender pork loins" in that freezer. I'm gonna snap. I cant let that happen. That's what happened to the others. That's why I'm alone. Fuck, i should have dodged the draft. I should have called in sick. The only thing keeping me alive is the grease I've smeared on my face to help disguise me. haha, those morons have no idea i can see every little movement of theres. I can see them weaving in and out of the shelf racks. Trying to find where i am. I don't go down like that, not like some punk bitch. hmm..i think they are on to me though.Its time i be on my way. To my left, i can make a straight burn to the boiler room, hunker down for 5 minutes, and then hope no one's around and sprint for the door to cooler five which is 5 feet down along the adjacent wall. Cooler five leads right to the kitchen. The very heart of my being here. Of my torture. However, it will be easy to blend in...and its an easy route to the break room. Its my only hope....so this may be my last log If i don't make it. And if i don't; relay this quote to my boss as my dying words:
"FUCK THIS PLACE!"
*end of log*
I remember the fear i felt while i wrote that. I indeed did make it to cooler 5 OK, and then to the break room. But my time there is not done. I'm sent back every day, except the weekends. that's when i relax, and reflect on how little work i do there. We all have shitty jobs, but it just comes down to how well you stay focused on not doing work..and smearing grease on your face in a camo like appearance to ensure you stay work free.
Look alive out there men, remember your training, and you will come home. So help me god. - Mad Max, "We Were Soldiers."