300

No, not the movie, but how many pots I filled with soil today.

I’m going to be volunteering all summer with a grad student in the forestry faculty at the university, and this was stage one. We took great huge bricks of hard-packed soil, broke it up by hand and saturated it (it’s very peaty, so it needs to be prepped before it’ll take water properly), and then filled the pots.
300 of them.
5 hours later, my shoulders are feeling well and truly violated.

There are no words to describe the depth of my loathing.

There is, however, a brilliant song which adequately expresses the limit of my hatred as my frustration approaches infinity.

Found on campus at U of T