I had a job doing inventory in a huge warehouse back in the aughts. I could finish my daily quota in two hours, then hide behind a stack in a far corner a half mile from the office and read. Hell, I even worked on my dance moves out by High-rise R36. There were cameras everywhere, but none of them functioned.

I knew that I was good at the job, but I was a perpetual temp, so no amount of grinding was going to get me a promotion.