I used to have a job that I loved doing, when I worked in the stockroom during the afternoon at the Target in Casper, WY. Almost no interaction with the general public, and I pretty much spent the whole time by myself, listening to music while basically getting paid to work out. The only interactions I had with people was with management (which loved me since I did my job so well), and the younger seasonal employees (which contained quite a lot of attractive gals). Then, I transferred to Albany, OR when I started up at Oregon State University, to a store that had revolving door style management that screwed me out of a lot of money. "Hey, you're the best stockroom employee we have, but we're only going to pay you ten cents an hour above starting wage. Even though there are people that do a fifth of the work you do yet get paid three dollars an hour more."