Standing in a Bikini Inspector shirt, a worker explains that his title describes repetitive factory quality control rather than days spent admiring women at the beach. He complains about the commute, shift work and modest wages, then recalls a previous job clearing beaver dams that also inspired joke T-shirts. Trying to take pride in his work is difficult when everyone treats his occupation as innuendo. He finally announces another career change, choosing a diving job from a shirt slogan whose meaning he still has not grasped.
