God help me, I work in retail! I spend my days scratching my head over The Boss Erratic, The Daily Chinwaggers, The MAMAAs (Middle Aged Men Always around) and all manner of weird and wonderful customers in a tiny box of a clothes shop.
Long ago in a different life. I had a career (sort of) and a decent income. But my brain was slowly turning to mush, so I gave it all up for the honourable pursuit of knowledge; I went back to University.
Unfortunately the Joy of Learning gradually progressed into a high pressure striving for academic greatness, and I spent the whole time terrified that I was under-performing. So I walked away (after I’d got my qualification, obviously).
Now I ‘live to work’ not ‘work to live’. Granted, my boss might be nuts and my customers might appear to live in an alternate universe; - and I may be the most highly qualified retail assistant in town, but I’m happy with my life now, and I am aware of how lucky I am to be able to say that.