For a time when illustration/designing commissions weren't exactly flowing in, my Mom got me a job in the office where she worked. That's the only thing that's the same; she was a customer service rep and I was a filer. It was a medical litigation, billing and copying service, so I filed subpoenas, sent doctors' offices bills and looked at lots of nasty and upsetting photos of injuries and autopsies that were requested for copying. I think I was there less than six months. Ugh.