It doesn’t come easy.  There is an art form to my laziness.  The sly way I hold the broom while the manager walks by; I never thought one could sleep standing up while maintaining the appearance of diligence on the job.  We turned the loading docks into our own den of vice.  Eric from shipping and receiving bring the chips he got in Vegas during his brother-in-law’s bachelor party.  James from One Road trucking brings the cards.  I stand lookout, feigning a smoker’s lean against the wall.