The summer I was 18 years old, me and my friend Claire got a job at the local soap factory. The factory hired students every summer to help them prepare their Christmas orders. Our job was to stand at the end of a conveyor belt and put trays containing an assortment of soaps into gift boxes, one tray per box.
As part of the interview process we had been given a dexterity test to check that we could move our hands quickly. However, that first day, while our head and hands were getting use to this new task, our hands didn’t seem to be moving fast enough.
I remember feeling really overwhelmed every time I looked down the conveyor belt. As far as the eye could see there were gray trays filled with pretty soaps heading towards us. We had to keep moving fast otherwise there would be a log jam.