I've had more than a several dull jobs.
Cleaning a factory was dull. It was sweeping it out and cleaning the loos. I could sweep the whole thing in half the time of the person I was replacing. The shop steward visited me and told me to slow down.
I did not like cleaning the loos in a sulphur smog so I used to open the windows. They’d shut them and then open their fetid bowels. Nice. The sexual harassment from the women provided a third antidote to the dull.
Mind you, packing Diesel engines in crates was pretty dull. Bits of wood, hammers, nails. I livened it up by calculating the total length of nails I was hitting in every day. 1/3rd of a mile. They livened it up in the canteen. Firstly by talking about the colleague who deflowered underage girls in his caravan, then by wondering buggering someone who had eaten cabbage was worse than someone who hadn’t and finally one of them brought in a used fanny pad he’d found on the road outside. Another worker grabbed it, opened it out and sniffed it, exclaiming ‘bloody hell, the woman that used this, she had BO’.
Sorry, it’s a bit off. Topic.