Let's see. I sweep stuff in an inefficient manner. Sometimes I rake the sand, or pull weeds from the ground with my hands. I get shouted at occasionally. I run with people and sing. Sometimes, I jump into a dumpster and literally sort through the trash and organize it. Often, I go to a storage shed, take everything out of the boxes there, and organize that. The next day, my boss's boss's boss's boss will decide he wants to see it done in front of him, so we'll do it again, in front of my boss's boss's boss.
Some other guy in another group will decide that it wasn't done correctly, so we'll do it all again. Rinse and repeat. Great days are when I'm 'lent' to another part of the establishment I work for, and they usually give me something real to do.
If I'm really lucky, I'll see some guy's bleeding butt. I tell him to eat more fiber, and if the problem persists, I refer him to a real doctor. Alternatively, it'll be some guy with a torn ligament. I'll give him some ibuprofen, and his supervisor will tell him to suck it up.
So on and so forth.
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