For me, it was the six months I spent doing land titles in the smokey basement of this ancient building. Everyone in the department smoked like a chimney, except me, and we were tucked away in this corner that was like a crypt. Land title documents are the same, over and over and over, but they had this ancient word processing system that wasn't very good, so you had to input the same stuff again and again and again. All this and a crappy salary too. I left as soon as I decently could to what I thought would be a workplace I thought I'd be a "lifer" at ... but the saga continues. The only good thing about it was some of the women who worked there were in their 50's with these gravelly smokers voices and they'd invite all us young ones over to their houses on a Saturday night to play cards and drink scotch.