Some days at work, when I look at the things I am asked to fit onto a page (I’m a production artist for a medical device company), I just want to exclaim, "I cannot change the laws of physics!"
This was how I felt more often than not on stock delivery day at the convenience store I worked at. It’s a tiny, tiny space and we would get SO MUCH SHIT to put on the shelves. I spent a lot of stocking time muttering, “It’s worse than that, it’s physics, Jim!” under my breath. And then giggling.
At least there weren’t Klingons on the starboard bow.