Quality Control a.k.a. I’m Bored as $#!*

Everything surrounding me is gray:
The outdated wall to wall carpeting
And the glum shut blinds to keep out the day,
The cubicles partitions dividing.
I spend everyday searching for mistakes,
When all is right I begin to worry
If the report, after the time it takes,
Is flawless, then I was “in a hurry.”
No report can be seen without complaint.
They all have in them some imperfection
Like a few black drops dripped into white paint.
The photos don’t match the home description!
Turns out what I am best at, sad to say,
Is QC’ing a high value survey.