Tempting... But No

So today i got offered a job at the local Anonymous Baby Killing Fuel Conglomerate petrol station. I was flattered but had to sadly decline. Of course, in times like these one's rapier wit always fails, so i stammered the incredibly humorous "Sorry i've already got one".

The other lady (not the coffee lady who asked me if i was looking for employment) proceeded to say that you needed to be an octopus to do the job, clearly referring to the manic nature of the morning. However this only served to confuse me further as there seemed to be only two things to do - serve coffee and press the beeping button which exists in every petrol station - while needing an octopus would imply 8 different activities.

In conclusion, one needs only two, albeit very long, arms, to do the job. An orangutan perhaps.