I wouldn't either if I had to travel around the world at a ludicrous speed and give kids presents only to have them be opened and then complained about by the kids

Or driving around in a few neighborhoods in the dark in the mid-twenties with a rain/snow mix while you try to give folks their internet ordered black Friday stuff.

The box is always a mystery. What's inside? How will it change someone's life? Is it just a shirt? A new phone? A toy some kid will grow tired of in a few weeks (just like you said)? Maybe it's something important though.

I never know what's inside, only that it has to get where it's going. Until every box is where it belongs I can't go home.

Sure it pays well but the random nature of it can drive you crazy. How big is the box? How heavy? How many? How steep is the driveway? When does the truck that brings the boxes you yourself must bring to a myriad of addresses even arrive, owing to a crush of holiday hysteria?

Etc, etc...

It tries one's patience sometimes, to be sure.

I can imagine, I definitely wouldn't be able to handle that job too well. I'm way too curious