Roots

About 20 years ago, the country-western singer, Johnny Paycheck, had a hit song titled, "Take This Job and Shove It." David Allen Coe wrote the lyrics. His genius was to capture and articulate the dominant sentiment of most of the US workforce in a short catchy phrase.

This song became the anthem of disaffected workers everywhere regardless of the color of their collars or skin. Who among us has not been driving home from the local watering hole in our beat up Chevy pick-ups, with a six-pack on the seat and an open can in our lap, with the local Country station turned-up real loud and hearing this song on the radio, who among us has not joined loudly in the refrain?

Ostensibly, the chief reason for the passionate expression of desire to ram the figurative 'job' up management's collective rectum was the fact that the singer's woman had walked out on him, thus taking with her "… all the reasons I was working for." In other words, the main reason a man or woman keeps going in to work at a lousy job is because they need the money to support a sex partner. Now that he is alone (and there is no tax on masturbating in the shower), who needs money - ergo: who needs a job? Deep philosophical existential thinking expressed in simple terms.

Now, the true, core reason for the mantra is found in this verse:

"...Well, that foreman, he's a regular dog,

The line boss is a fool.

Got a brand new flat-top haircut;

Lord, he thinks he's cool.

One of these days, I'm gonna blow my top,

And sucker, he's gonna pay

Lord, I can't wait to see their faces,

When I get the nerve to say:
Take this job and shove it,

I ain't workin' here no more.

My woman done left,

An' took all the reasons I was workin' for.

You better not to try to stand in my way,

As I'm a walkin' out the door.

Take this job and shove it,

I ain't workin' here no more. "

Note that the complaint is not about the work itself, the workplace or the commute. The problem (once again) is clueless management - bad supervisors and directors who infest the factories, fields, retail stores and offices of this great land, making the workers (and by extension - their women) miserable.
So you see that I have not invented the concept of Hellhole; I am merely the lens through which the reader focuses upon the root of all evil.