Despair: Shingling a roof in August in New Jersey, a roof that stretches its bare plywood existence into infinity, over the horizon, like the deck of an aircraft carrier. One shingle, four nails at a time. And it must be straight lines, it shows if you get crooked. Squared up, each set of nails covered by the next shingle, else it will leak. One teenager, 2400 square feet of roof, endless pounds of nails, one hammerl, the sun beating down and the greenhead flies rising up. Oh, and don't fall off, it's a two-story roof.
You mean that kind of stupid?
My solution was to calculate how long it should take and then try to beat that time by using every time-saving thing I could think of.
Ditto when we made picnic tables (all this was at a campground). Three of us made 21 picnic tables one morning. We'd have made more but we ran out of wood. Ditto campsite fireplaces, made a game to see how fast we could do it.
I'm not sure how you do endeavor to persevere when you are forced to listen to someone explain how to do a boring job or plow through routine scholastic makework, though. There have been moments when tedium made me want to vomit.