Jerry, I had a job as tedious as that once. It wasn't very dangerous though until...well, here's how it all went down.

I was going to college at Chicago's Navy Pier----then a 2-year branch of the University Of Illinois.(1961 or so) I went there for 3 and a half years and never got past a 101 level course 'cause my parental units said I ought to be in school. All I wanted to do was pick guitar and/or banjo back then and that is all we pretty much did----all day in the college coffee shop or the lounge when the restaurant tossed us out. Never did get any degree----unless being a graduate of The University Of The Open Road (La Universidad Del Camino Abierta Folklorico ) has any merit to it.

While attending that venerable school, the only university that could ever be torpedoed, actually, since it stuck out 3/4 of a mile into Lake Michigan, I took a job in a pier warehouse a short ways away that distributed coloring books. My job was to run a forklift thing that I rode on. It carried large wooden skids with 1200 coloring bookson each onto freight cars. One day Ernesto and I realized these things were pretty fast andgreat fun to race with. My job, which I was getting enjoy,----until I lost control cornering one lovely day and went through the wall and dumped all 1200 coloring books ( Mickey Mouse And Minnie's Big Shoes Fetish ) on my boss's desk. He was seated across from me on the other side of the desk at the time. That was the last day I held that job. In truth, it was the last minute I held that job and I never got the balls... er, guts, to go in for my final paycheck a few days later. But, hell, that was a Mickey Mouse job anyway...

Art Thieme