Worky Work

Does assigning a name or title to any function 
seem to make it more real in certain ways? 
For instance, you could be a submarine chef— 
a "Culinary Specialist, Submarines" or CSS, 
and work on Navy submarines to cook meals 
for the crew. When the vessel submerges 
and emits sonar pings, you're reminded of
the little tune the rice cooker plays
to let you know the rice is ready. 
You could be a nail polish namer, 
dreaming up names like Champagne 
Crush for a sparkly pink, or Radio Flyer 
for an enameled red. In seafood processing 
plants, workers who do the tedious and 
repetitive task of extracting crab flesh 
from legs and claws are called meat pickers.  
Once, on a Reddit thread, someone asked 
if restaurants provide utensils for crab
legs. A smartass replied, "No, restaurants 
provide utensils for human hands to eat crab 
legs. The crab legs are dead and frozen 
and cooked and there's no way that they 
could possibly use utensils." There's 
a name for that kind of person as well; 
a name for the one who disappears for longer
than his lunch hour, and the one who's never 
pleased by anything you do on the job.