Nick just kept on working, trying not to think about the bad parts of his life.
Whenever his mind wandered to the Spartans or his employees, Nick told himself that he had to be careful while working and not get distracted.
If he got distracted, he might actually die.
It took Nick about 25 minutes to empty the second sack of grips, and he turned around again.
'Do the others really have so many issues with the grips?' Nick thought.
'The assistant is willing to let me leave early after just putting three sacks of grips onto the ceiling. If I add the time it takes me to recover my Zephyx, fixing three sacks of grips to the ceiling barely takes me three hours. Not even, actually.'
'And our shift is supposed to go on for a total of six hours.'
The answer was: yes, it took everyone else that long.
