Pins, pins, pins!

29 July: "How much longer do you want us to sit under the tree?" we ask the HR Manager, calling her on the phone.
Day 1 of our extended contract (that's another story), two of us are sent to the warehouse to help count a large delivery of Olympic merchandise stock. Under the terms of the contract, the stock must be counted on the spot and the delivery sheet signed before the driver can leave.
We arrive at 11am, but the delivery truck is not there.
"It's on its way," the warehouse staff are advised.
Two hours later, still no truck.
"But the truck is on it's way," the supplier insists.
We order lunch. May as well eat while we're sitting under the tree.
At 2pm (three hours later) we call the HR Manager.
"Do you still want us to wait?" we ask.
The truck - and our lunch - have still not arrived.
The HR Manager rings one of the supervisors at the warehouse.
"Why are two of my staff sitting under a tree for three hours?" she demands.
"The truck has just arrived!" the supervisor announces.
But no sign of our lunch.
Frantic calls are made trying to find where our lunch is.
Nine pallets of stock are unloaded from the truck, box-fulls of Olympic pins. About 500-900 pins in each box. And they must be counted.
We open the first few boxes, just as lunch arrives.
A group of six to 12 people start counting. And counting. And still counting.
It's hot and dusty. And still we count.
"That's a nice pin," someone says.
"I don't like this one, though," someone else says.
And the counting continues.
Four hours later, tired, filthy, sweaty, bleary, we finish the last box and send the driver home...