Last job was customer service/data entry. I liked my job very much most of the time. I think the chronic paranoia I suffered from social interactions may have made me physically sick, but overall, it was an excellent job for me. If I could have put an opaque netting around my cubicle I may have loved it even more. I don't do well with people. Something about me makes them want to hurt me and eventually, if I stick around long enough, I give them good reasons to do so.