Need a title!

Okay, so I just spent a few mintues finding my title option so I can add stupid but funny, if you have weird humor like me, titles. Anyways, lets get to what I am here to really do.

As many may know I work at nights stocking shelves, not the greatest job in the world but one of the best paying jobs I've ever had/have (I haven't gotten fired yet). Well, you see as I go through the night I try to get the biggest things out of the way first, because I have the most energy and the most time. I can knock the big stuff out in no time and then work on the little things. Now this is were I hate my job. I take an hour or two to get three to four pallets out of the way, and then I come to the last three things on a pallet.... "Mixed Carton"

Its not a milk jug, its a box. Most likely, not very small either. This "Mixed Carton" has a lot of little stuff, like drill bits, saw blades, sanding materials, and so on and so forth. Now, it never fails me, I spend two hours and get four pallets done and I think, yes, I am really flying, and then I get a "Mixed Carton." I will spend anywhere between the next hour and sometimes the next two hours on emptying this "Mixed Carton." I mean I have an entire conversation with my self and then some. Its so boring because you have twelve different saw blades, which are all the same except it has one detail different, so it has to go somewhere else. It kills me!!!

If I go insane, which some say that I already have, I can blame it on my job. Their is no social interaction, except the elevator music that is constantly playing and the every now and again, "Hey man, you using this machine?" Other then that, it is me, the drill bits, and the wall of 10,000 other ones that are on there. I think maybe I will start to name them. I mean it would be perfect practice and a great way to come up with some really good original names.

" Alex, that sounds like a good one. No, I have a cousin named Alex... What about Aaron, nope, sister dated a guy named Aaron... What about Bob? Wait, thats a movie."

Anyways, you can see how entertaining my job could be. Its not much different then my last job. I mean we started to come up with movie titles and a whole script of what happened as the guy stood back and watched the toliet overflow or the EFY kid threw up in front of some really hot college girl he was trying to hit on. You know you how boring your job is when you get excited to hear over the radio, " Can we get some one to clean up the overflowed mens toliet on the 2nd floor?"

Well, to all a good day and remember, smile, Jesus loves you. God speed.