What? You mock me? You dare to call my bluff?
There is no catch. Indeed, I have all this work to allocate...and more besides!
Why, I've been patiently wringing my hands in silence as I wait for my post to attract an unwitting moth such as yourself, err... I mean, a pilgrim seeking enlightenment.
I've at least a dozen shoes and boots, nearly fifty long-sleeved shirts, and half as many short-sleeved ones, pleated trousers numbering roughly two-score, two silverware sets, one a service for eight, the other for six, and at least two dozen fountain pens.
Admittedly, I've only a few open-razors to hone, but honers are a dime-a-dozen anyway. And we all know that 98% of straight-razor owners never shave with them. They just like to hone them, step back, admire their handiwork...and of course, fuss about all the rare and expensive coticules, pastes, strops and other arcane tools they employ at their dedicated work-benches, to set and maintain those trophy-worthy edges! To their credit though, they do at least cut a single hanging hair with each blade that they sharpen.
Perhaps you fear that these tasks can be quickly accomplished and your spiritual bliss will be short-lived?
I've thought of that, and I promise, that before your chakras wander, I will move you over to the gardening team, whose work, apparently, is never done!
I'm in, unless I am too late and you have found another unwitting, I mean worthy pilgrim. Such opportunities to toil away at these immensely painstaking tasks such as what you are promising are the only way to achieve inner bliss. I shall start immediately, assuming I can afford your rate.