My job is easy, almost ridiculously so.

For ten hours a night, four days a week, I supervise a conveyor belt and perform

remedial functions on a computer.

In August, it'll be 19 years that I've been working here, and I still don't know what

I actually do.

I mean, I know what I do every night for work, but I don't know why I do it, or what purpose

it ultimately serves.

I can't describe exactly what I do, because the non-disclosures I've signed for

bit it.

But trust me, when I say you could literally train a monkey to do it, if you really wanted

to.

The pay is ridiculously lucrative, especially considering the ease of the work.

When I first started working here, I thought for sure it was too good to be true, and convinced

it was a scam or a pyramid scheme of some kind.

My checks are signed by an institution which has no trace on Google, nor any business

registries I've looked through.

I've never met my boss.

If I have one, nor any of my co-workers aside from my driver, Dave.

I don't even know the name of the business, or my position.

People ask me what I do for work, and nowadays I just tell them I work for the government

and can't go into details, because it's easier than explaining the reality.

But I'm not even sure if that's accurate.

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