I was walking through what looked like an outdoor insane asylum or men's prison. I was wearing what I think of as my 'orphan dress' and had little white socks and my old beige Birkenstock clogs on.
I saw various men of different ages and ethnicities and some were restrained to cots with chains and some walked free. I was fearful but acted like I was not. Some reached out to grab me and I acted tough. I was disturbed, though, that there were so many. I knew I was being watched, assessed.
I came to a desk where a woman sat. She was dressed in a business-suit sort of way with a skirt and nice blouse. I remember thinking it odd that she was at a desk outdoors. She asked me what I thought of the place and if I could start taking six hour shifts immediately. I didn't want to seem rude so I told her I had to go home and talk to my husband about it, even though in my heart I knew I would not work there.
