You know how they say that no two snowflakes are exactly the same? How do they know? I sure would hate to be that guy, devoting his whole life to examining snowflakes with his little magnifying glass, being careful not to touch them because that would ruin the whole thing. He couldn't even breathe too heavily on them. And then he'd have to write all his observations down in little spiral notebooks that the bossman would collect and do further analysis.
Sounds miserable. But I bet when the bossman's not around, he tries to catch a few on his tongue.