See, the thing is I’m going nowhere in my job. Don’t get me wrong: I’m glad to have my job, my work associates are upstanding and dedicated, the scheduling is immensely flexible (as long as you work less than 40 hours a week) and it actually provides a service to the community as a whole. But it is a job, not a career. I’m vastly overqualified for it, vastly underpaid for the production I generate and the management ceiling is either below me or non-existent. So what keeps my sanity from dripping out of my ears? The fact that I’m given access to all the scrap paper and pencils I could need!!! And this, my friends, makes me strong.
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(they are kept in hutches, which keep them isolated and restrict movement so as to prevent connective tissue from developing)