Hi BzR,
One fine morning, several years ago, I got a phone call. A job that I had interviewed for and really wanted, had come through! Yes! But it didn't start for three weeks.
So I needed three weeks work, fill the gap. Went to a temp agency. Got a job at a small plant that made autombile exhaust pipes. Didn't sound too bad.
Take a straight pipe from a cart of 100 straight pipes. Stick pipe on aligning flange. Step on a pedal. Machine takes pipe, bends it, hands it back. Take foot off pedal. Place bent pipe on another cart. Repeat. All. Day. Long.
No talking, no tunes allowed on shop floor, just mindless, repetitive monotony. They had men who had worked there for ten years. Good lord, I didn't make it the full three weeks.
Anytime I'm feeling a little hohum about my tree job, especially raking up, or shearing a couple long hedges on a drizzly day, I just think about those poor barstids, stuck in that sad place, bending their 578,000th exhaust pipe and reflect on how good I really have it.
Northwind