In the last 48 hours I've folded over a thousand boxes. That is actually at realistic guess at the actual amount. I've become rather good at it too. Not that it is something to be extremely proud of or, for any matter, be ashamed of. It is, simply, what it is. I wish that I could be doing something different, or that the boxes would talk to me. But, I'm not and they don't so I am stuck folding them and placing them on the slowest moving assembly line ever, that may be an exaggeration.
The man I have been working with looks to be in his 60's maybe more maybe less, depending on the quality of his aging. He is a tactful man by all means. Only says what he needs to, or when he feels witty enough. Although, I have found he is usually neither of the above when he opens his mouth. Complicated, I know. But, if you knew him you would make the same observation. His actions both humor and annoy me. I feel that way about a lot of the older people I work with at these temp. places. He seems to enjoy my hard work and invites me back to do the most boring/simple job because of it. I'm contemplating dropping every single box tomorrow to see if he will ask me to do it again on friday. I don't think that is subtle enough. Then again, I am in a good mood right now, despite the fact that I folded boxes from 4pm to 1230 am for the second day in a row.
