I spent an entire month of my life packing vanilla fudge into cellophane bags. I was a packer of fudge. A person who packed fudge into bags. A 'fudge packer'. The connotations are far from ideal I'm fully aware, but that's what I was! The term 'soul destroying' is an understatement and a not even close to a testament of how head-crushingly mundane and monotonous it was. I no longer eat fudge. 

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