To watch On the Job, is to know what it feels like to be in hell. The dark and unkempt sidewalks of greed, the flashy cars of criminality, the mammoth bellies of politicians who make money from the sufferings ofthe  little people of society, the callousness that keeps an inmate alive in the slammer, and the little deceits of housewives, vendors, and wanna-be criminals all interconnected in the dizzying maze of Lethe.  On the Job is simply wretchedness taking over.  The use of prisoners for hitmen is a deed by politicians without the faintest shred of compunction and mercy.  Greed is the soul of the justice system here.  And money and the gun are its limbs.