With all the different jobs I've had, at some point or another thoughts have popped in my head unrelated to work. That being the case I need some place to write them down and random paper scraps tend to fall prey to my scribblings. I came across something I wrote once while trapped at the cashwrap at "the book store".
"I will shelve until my hands become so dry they start to split and bleed. I will rearrange to my heart's desire. I will alphabetize until my vision is blurred and I have to do it with my eyes closed. I will smile cordially to customers til the cows come home and my mouth begins to hurt. My face will be frozen from so much smiling. I will sticker, mark-down, move books from one table to another, and place special orders at the drop of a hat. I will fend off Harry Potter fans with my bare hands while pointing customers to the right section. I can PDT the children's section in half an hour as well as hand sell Qualitative Reading Inventory-3 to illiterate 2-year-olds."
Apparently I ran out of steam and time because that's all there is. I remember writing down a lot of things when I worked for "the bookstore". Of course, when I was straightening particular sections I would keep a little notebook with me so I could write down book titles when they struck my fancy. Then I would create these incredibly long lists of books that I wanted to look at more thoroughly and check them out of the library to decide if I wanted to purchase them or not. Ah, good times.