Someone at work asked me to describe my job today.
“I sit in a glass box for twelve hours and solve puzzles with my voice.”
Not what they wanted me to say, I’m sure.
This reminds me of long ago when I was in training to work at 7-11. Yes, I worked at 7-11 for a day. I had to settle an argument where the other person said, “There’s just no jobs out there.”
During training, the woman running the class pointed at the height-strip by the door and asked if any of us knew what it was for.
I had been answering questions all day, so she pointed at me (I had not raised my hand) and I said, “Well, if you know the square footage of your store, you can calculate how many gallons have flooded it.”
I swear, I saw smoke come out of her ears.
(The real answer is, you can tell how tall the guy is who just robbed your store.)