Now right away I can see what the problem is, as most of the goods bein’ produced are a small and portable nature, and who could resist waltzin’ off with a few samples in their pockets? Merchandise of this nature would be enough to tempt a saint, of which I seriously doubt the majority of the work force is made up of.
At the time I think that this will make my job substantially easier than anticipated. It is my reasonin’ that all I need do is figure out how I myself would liberate a few choice items, then watch to see who is doin’ the same. Of course, I figure it will behoove me to test my proposed system myself so as to see if it really can be done in such a manner, and at the same time acquire a little bonus or two I can gloat about in front of Nunzio.
First, however, I had to concentrate on establishin’ myself as a good worker so that no one would suspect that I was there for anythin’ else other than makin’ an honest wage.
The job I was assigned to first was simple enough for a person of my skills and dexterity. All I had to do was sprinkle a dab of Pixie Dust on each Magic Floating Coaster as it came down the line. The major challenge seemed to be to be sure to apply as little as possible, as Pixie Dust is expensive even at bulk rates and one definitely does not want to give the customer more than they paid for.
With this in mind, I set to work . . . only to discover that the job was actually far more complex than I had originally perceived. You see, the Pixie Dust is kept in a large bag, which floats because that is what the Pixie Dust within does. The first trick is to keep the bag from floatin’ away while one is workin’ with it, which is actually harder than it sounds because the Pixie Dust is almost strong enough to float the bag and whoever is attemptin’ to hold it down. There is a safety line attached to the bag as an anchor, but it holds the bag too high to work with. Consequently one must wrestle with the bag while applyin’ the Pixie Dust, a feat which is not unlike tryin’ to hold a large beach ball under water while doin’ needlepoint, and only rely on the safety line to haul the bag down into position again should it get away, which it often does. One might ask why fore the line is not made shorter to hold the bag in the proper position and thereby make the job simpler. I suppose it is the same reason that working-type mothers will drown their children at birth if they feel there is the slightest chance they will grow up to be production engineers.