My current work days revolve around marked slices of wood that cause people to hallucinate vividly for hours. I move the marked slices around from place to place, try to convince outsiders to take them away, harangue people to bring them back, buy more, get rid of them when we have too many, swap bags full with organizations miles away. At every stage of moving these slices, I must wave them each under a lighted plastic wand to make a "beep".
I am slowly being phased out of my position as teen persuasion specialist.