Imagine getting home after working at the cardboard box design institute, and your partner kisses you on the cheek and asks you if you had a good day

And you try to hold back the tears but as you shake your head they all come flooding out, and you bury your face in their shoulders, you just want to curl up in a ball

“No”, you gasp. “I had a terrible day. I fucked up a cardboard box design - my literal only job!”
“Oh no, sweetie, again? What happened?”

“It’s the same thing! I just can’t get it right! Maybe I’m not cut out for the dog-eat-dog world that is the design and manufacture of little cardboard boxes to put things in. But the years have passed me by and it’s all I know!”

“Oh sweetie, not again?”
“Yes! We forgot to try and open the box before we sent it to manufacturing. AGAIN!”