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My dad sold advertising space when I was younger, many saturdays were spent helping him in the office stuff envelopes. Rate cards, fact sheets, etc. I think he gave me the extraordinary sum of .05 per envelope. In the mid 60's that was a lot. Anyway, I'd stuff tousands of envelopes. In the years I did that I must have moved a small warehouse of paper.

Now a days outgoing mail sits on my desk till a day or two after the last possible minute, but I did develop an unequalled tolerance for boredom, at the price of an intolerance for repetition.