I'm going to tell you my dream. I probably shouldn't, and there are those that will read this and try to send me to hell for it. All I can say to that is that if you insist, I will fall on my sword, but it's a big mother fucker, and I'm gonna do my damnest to bring your rotting corpse with me.
Once upon a time
I packed and unpacked boxes, thinking of making a living, while I was maintaining the shipping and receiving of a small family business. You don't need me to tell you what any fool can tell you, that the shit that goes into or comes out of a box is not the same as the box. Being a small family business, we had a small family budget for shipping expense. We reused every box we could. I've got fuckin shelves just for empty boxes, you probably wouldn't believe me. My favorite boxes are the ones with labels printed on the side that are not usable. Often this is because the label represents something we can't advertise, like a competitor, or when we are trying to pass of an inferior product as a superior one. When I get one of those boxes, I get to pull my big mother fuckin sword out and cut the box up so it can't be used, and we throw it out with the rubbish.
Every SINGLE concept you have is a box. What the fuck is in the box? You die for it every fucking time. Knock the box over and be done with the whole thing. Pull out your big mother fucking sword and destroy the contents and the container alike.
I don't know anything about properly packed boxes, but my hands do well enough picking the right size box for the contents that need to ship, and the scales usually confirm the efficiency of their packing...it saves my small family budget some money.
Submitted February 06, 2020 at 01:07PM by origin_unknown https://ift.tt/2ueWhIh
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