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I AM THE BOX GHOST! I HAVE POWERS OVER ALL THINGS CONTAINER! Yergh. Temp job. For three days now I have stood in a filthy little warehouse, next to a pallet of cardboard, and folded that cardboard into boxes. It takes me roughly 5 seconds to make one box. So, in 8 hours, minus a 20 minute lunch, and two 10 minute breaks, I can make... ohhh... a WHOLE HECKUVA LOT OF BOXES. And to really tick me off, every now and then, somebody will come by and compliment me on how well I'm doing. Yes, I am especially bright to have mastered such a complicated skill. Fold, fold, tuck. Repeat. Drop in pile. Rocket science, it ain't. And I've been good. I haven't screamed out that OF COURSE I'm doing well. A well-behaved MONKEY could do this job, and it wouldn't even have to be one of the smart ones that know sign language and stuff. I haven't deliberately sabotaged any machinery. And when I was sent out to SWEEP the friggin' PARKING LOT in the HEAT of the AFTERNOON, I DIDN'T tell the little supervisor that that was both stupid and meaningless busy work and why wouldn't he just let me go home if there's nothing to do??? I've got to say the cautionary stickers on some of the machines are a hoot.... The one that shows a hand caught in a a mangle manages to be horrid and funny, all with a minimum of line.