Making the Familiar New

Once every month I travel an hour and a half south, using up a quarter of a tank of gas. Once reaching my destination(which looks a lot like the place I was at before) I paint my face and attach spikes to my feet. This sort of attire is applied in preparation for the place I spend most of my time. I go into this crazed building full of loud people and different smells. I quickly walk down a hall of this zoo-like place until I reach a room of comfort. I spend eight hours of my life in this room. I mostly just stand and wait, sometimes one of the people from the hall venture into the room and give me green sqares of paper when I give them cloth or metal to wear around their wrists. Once my time is done in the room, I'm rewarded with some of the green squares of paper.