for the three-year duration of my degree, i worked in ladies' fashion of a department store. i can't believe i stayed that long... but i suppose it was comfortable. all we had to do was stand around and look pretty, like beautiful little fools - a difficult task for someone whose attention span is comparable to that of a goldfish - me. we acknowledged people who wished not to be spoken to, and attempted to sell expensive clothes to people searching, but who really didn't like anything they saw.
don't get me wrong - i did enjoy the company of my colleagues... but there's only so much 'nothing' i could do before i started to feel guilty about the fact that i was being paid to do nothing. i drifted from minute to minute purposelessly, until one day i gathered up enough courage to leave.