MY JOB

Dear diary,
well i guess when i moved here in new york, a young fellow told me a strange word "urbanization" is what he called it. you know when a city is very poor and due to all the rest of the immgrants that came from all around the world a city that was poor suddenly became booming industries. Well ya see i had a job at one of these booming industry and it was everything but booming i worked at the meat factory. it was hot and there were flies everywhere.we would store meat in attics and rats would run across them leaving all their droppings on the meat. those little buggers were really a big problem. so to help out the problem we poisoned bread and scattered it around the meat so the rats would die on the meat. but ya see the problem was there was no trash to throw these animals away. we were instructed to grind the rats up with the rest of the meat. Thats not the rest of it either the place was so filthy we would wash asre hands in puddles of water mixed with the meat that was our sanitaions and of course with every other job vsickness would always burst over all the workers and for a week straight evulsions of coughs were all that was heard for weeks. we immigrants lived by the rules of the political machine. They housed us gave us shelter for a vote it was great. the only problem was the bosses that ran the machine were the boss and what he would say goes.