You see that there picture?
That picture illustrates what remains of a bitter, hard struggle between me and a near insurmountable job that lasted more than a month.
It represents hours of ligament-straining, muscle-warping hard labor. It stands as a modest testament to an outrageous taxation upon my hands and wrists.
That, my friends, is what is left of the Saga of the 5,000 Magnets.
It all began on a cold, winter day last October, I think, though it could have been as early as June. Those were the days before I was the Marketing Guy, or the Chief Gruntwork Officer. Those were the days when I labored in darkness, holding the humble title of "General Assistant," whatever that meant.
My father approached me with the idea of working extra hours, for he needed a certain job to be done. Being a foolish youth, I was in college at the time, and was in desperate need of cash. These three variables led me to take the job.
Enter the 5,000 magnets.
This was a job for one of our premier clients, Boeing. It was a big job, I'll tell you that. So big, that it took me hours upon hours, days upon days to attach the glue dots to the pamphlets, apply one of the five-thousand magnets to them, and put those in piles, all waiting to be boxed up.
There seemed to be no end to the monotony. I took to listening to audio books to pass the time, learning of how a man named David Lilienthal managed the Tennessee Valley Authority. All the while, I repeated the same, grinding chore: Glue, press, stack.
In time, I grew tired, and my father saw this. He briefly assigned me a subcontractor, my sister. She worked with me briefly, but she disliked the work even more than I did. I only tolerated it at the time because it was an easy way to make some dough. My wrist tolerated it even less. Still, I continued: Glue, press, stack.
Eventually, the magnet job was finished. Weeks late, it was all finally packed, labeled, shipped, and billed. That was the end of the Saga of the 5,000 Magnets.
What did I learn from the experience? Not a whole lot, except that you should always do as your told, work hard, and not complain. What did I have to complain about? Sure, it was boring, but so were most of my other duties at the shop. At least I got to listen to audio books while I worked!
Therefore, the moral of the story is, work hard, don't complain, and you'll make a ton of loot. Even if it means writing something like the Saga of the 5,000 Magnets.
Marketing Director at the Renton Printery. Providing commentary on local and business news, along with notes on the state of the shop.