There is always one hotel in the industrial park. Cheap land. Nothing nearby except the hotel bar and restaurant. Guaranteed business. I have been stranded in these outlands so many times the boredom seems to have its own unique flavour. This can be its own fresh hell. It even makes the TV seem less exciting. Seven story space stations with teal waistcoated minions in dress slacks. Round about the building are logos on expansive lawns and low slung square boxes looming desolate after 5pm. Oh yes…and there are cars and trucks and their smells. There are no sidewalks in industrial parks. Why would there be? The seams of the turf are still visible indicating this was unnatural green growth that would never be allowed to be there without it being a conscious decision — not native to these parts. Having had shipping & receiving and warehouse jobs my soul ice skates back to that gray fluorescent space. A moving coma of task oriented hours punctuated by dirty jokes, accidents and lunch. Finding ways to look busy when you weren
