erithacus' saga: a place of my own

I was soon promoted from folding cardboard to unloading boxes from the lorries that delivered the clothes. The boxes were then stored in different places in the warehouse. This provided a golden opportunity to build cardboard dens, igloos or yurt-like structures in strategic places, the purpose of which was to provide a hiding place in which I could temporarily get out of unloading and storing more boxes. However, when shirking I invariably found myself sitting silently in my hideaway wondering why I had the feeling that hiding away was no more or less enjoyable than unloading and storing boxes