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Baby Birds in Boxes, part 1
Written By: Anonymous
Fiction
Start with the pots. The pots won’t break. They’re a good warm-up.
Get as many boxes as you need and never force anything inside. If it doesn’t fit comfortably, it doesn’t fit. You break something, you have to buy it. You signed the same contract I did. I heard about this one girl who broke a vase that cost fifteen thousand dollars. She had to drop out of school.
I don’t know if it’s really true. But it’s the policy, so.
You wrap the pots in this brown paper, same as everything. It doesn’t matter that the pots aren’t going to break. This is what they pay us for. To wrap everything in brown, like the most boring Christmas presents ever.
And you wad up more paper to stuff the open spaces, so nothing can shake around on the truck. The loading boys drive like they’re losing a race.
You can’t listen to music. Not while you’re working. It doesn’t matter that it’s so quiet or that there’s no one to talk to. They want you to hear if the client says something. Clients hate to see us listening to music, in genera