In highschool I worked a shitty job at a butchery, and one day the boss decided to "test how smart" I was or something by asking me to get him 1000 wooden skewers out of the box.

Being an attention to detail kind of person, I spent a few minutes counting out 1000 cos I wanted to make sure I gave him exactly what he asked for - wouldn't want a customer to order 1000 and get 995 or something cos I miscounted right?

Apparently not, cos that was the dumb way to do it - boss slapped 10 skewers on the scale then weighed out 100x that and was really proud until I pointed out that the certificate of accuracy only guaranteed the scale to +/- 2 skewers, then apparently I'm a "smart ass". Can't win with some people

I would happily do that.

My first thought is "great, I'm in back of house, don't have to deal with customers and am basically getting paid to fidget".

That's when I would realize it was too good to be true.

sometimes I got tasks like that when I worked in a smoothie shop, it was like "this sucks, we have to write our phone number by hand on a thousand promo cups because they screwed up the printing."

I was like "DAMN! i guess ill just get to it. I mean, we have to get it done at some point, right?"

everyone thought I was a martyr for neglecting our customers.

I'd carefully write out legible numbers and imagine listening to the tinkle of the pennies that dropped into my pocket during those 15 seconds hahaha.

That’s an awesome prank

Okay two things. First of all, whoever cropped this picture is an idiot.

Second of all the master level of this prank happened to my dad before I was born.

He, and several of his brothers, worked in the construction of the Sears Tower in Chicago. They'd routinely use the crane to get to whatever floor they were working on. My dad was the newest guy, and one time they told him to go get the coffee from the truck at the bottom. So down he went, but then some wiseass told him he couldn't take the coffee up on the crane. So he walked. And walked. And walked. It took a month of Sundays to make it to the work site. It was either the funniest or worst thing ever, depending on which of my family members was retelling the story.

Like all of you have a jobs that matter.

Nice simple job for a day. Just ask for a tweezers for easier and more hygienic handling.

Just put everything between two slices of toast, fry it, and eat a nice cheese sandwich.

Much easier if you use a knife and spread the pile thin, then separate the sides using the knife to quickly identify which ones should be together.

Sounds quite zen. Might be nice