This section of site is dedicated to a man I know as Jay Hurst and more specifically; what he has had to, and continues to go through in the name of paying his bills.
I would imagine that a great percentage of the people visiting this site feel degraded and humiliated by their jobs on a day-to-day basis, but I think most of those people had at least a vague awareness of what they were getting themselves into when they signed up for their jobs, not Jay. I think it is best to paraphrase the man himself who once said:
“There are care-workers who haven’t seen the things I have.”
I should state that I happen to know various people who have worked in pubs (just like the ones Jay has) over the years, and I can honestly say that all of them combined couldn’t match what Jay has experienced, and seems to keep on experiencing.
So fire up the site from time to time, check out that modest little timer in the top-right corner, because each time it is reset, you are safe in the knowledge that there is a man out there, that for no fault of his own, has had to commit an unspeakable act.
Kick back and take a moment to appreciate this one simple fact: that man, is not you.
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