Bizjets aren't always as easy as they seem. During a porters strike I was amongst the salaried staff brought in to load baggage - and freight. I foolishly volunteered to load a Westwind which was heading north for a little island with a copper mine. How difficult could it be to load baggage for a handful of pax? Besides I knew the pilots and was eager to help them. Unfortunately no pax today - 'twas a freighter. For the better part of an hour I struggled alone to shoehorn all manner of freight, seemingly ranging from anvils to eiderdowns, into that tiny cabin. Mind you I did succeed in redefining the term "volumetrically availed", albeit while not exactly adhering to a precision timing schedule. Meanwhile the two sympathetic pilots stood by tapping their feet while frequently glancing nervously at their watches. They were itching to help but that would have started trench warfare with the unions. As I recall it was high summer too.