I was in Europe. I was broke. I needed money. So I got a job in a potato sorting factory. And when people asked me what I did, I told them.
“I sort potatoes, what does it sound like I do?”
And the obvious response was “but what does that entail?”
So, here was the deal. I basically got into my place of work at 8 in the morning. I put on some headphones and rocked out to my favourite tunes as potatoes rolled past me on a conveyor belt. I grabbed whatever potatoes happen to be closest to me, and I graded them. The grading process was simple – good potato, bad potato.
And so it goes.
Good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato, bad potato, good potato.
For 14 hours. I then turned off my music and took off my headphones. And I went home.
And then I came back the next day to do it all again.
