I work at a printing industry. Figure this one out. With certain jobs if we run in record time we'll get a bonus. We're doing a job for another plant and it's kicking our asses. Yet, if we run record time, the other plant gets the bonus, not us. Who's doing the work? Us. Not the other plant. I have the burning desire to urinate upon every catalog that comes off of that line, take a big shit in between the pages, and happily seal it shut where it will be mailed off to an unsuspecting customer who ordered this month's catalog. But on the upside, the line operators are so pissed they turn the speed down slowsky style. Work sucks. That is all. Good night. P.S. - I gotta be up by 6 to go to another funfilled day at the shitbox. Woooo! *insert pic of Jayce in a cheerleading outfit here* Rawr.