I ended up laying my fingers flat on the keyboard (thumbs still on space) so I can hit more keys while mashing, lifting them only to set calendar appointments.
It's like I've become a parody of myself.
Always game the system!
It was at a sandpaper factory that made sandpaper belts.
My job was to pull a sheet from a roll until it hit a mark. Another guy pressed a button. Lift sheet onto pile. Pull sheet until it hits mark. Another guy pressed a button. Lift sheet onto pile. Pull sheet until it hits mark. Another guy pressed a button. Lift sheet onto pile. Pull sheet until it hits mark. Another guy pressed a button. Lift sheet onto pile. Pull sheet until it hits mark. Another guy pressed a button. Lift sheet onto pile.
For 8 hours straight.
I quit at lunch.
I worked at a factory that had me do the following:
Put bracket in machine. Press button to tap holes. Repeat.
I got the loop down to about 3.85 seconds which was 115% faster than the engineers said I could do.
I found I could listen to audiobooks at that job. It still didn't stop the existential dread. I worked there for 2 months before finding a better place.