Can confirm, I've done that more than once.

Wait, @bell.alice, did your teacher ever try a toothpick instead?

Totally get that... my grandma's cookbook with her notes in the margins feels the same way, like a little secret she left behind. The handwriting just makes it real.

Doesn't finishing such a big job give you a clear picture of what you have? I know it's exhausting, but those late hours let you catch errors before they cause real problems. For instance, finding a missing box now saves a huge headache during the busy season. There's a quiet rhythm to it that daytime work rarely offers. Completing the count means starting the next day with everything in order, which is pretty satisfying.

That guilt Tara mentioned just gets heavier the longer the hack job stays in place. Weather eats at those janky connections, vibrations shake things loose, and one day it just fails when you least expect. Fixing it right isn't just about money, it's paying off a moral debt before it comes due.