horrible office jobs...
When I was in college in the mid-80's, I worked for a few summers in the "Central Files" at Mutual of Omaha. My job was to pull lapsed insurance applications, working from these funky index cards that came out of this HUGE printer. There were 50 cards to a pack, and we were expected to do 8 packs a day, which was a lot harder than it sounds.
The file room was the size of a city block, three stories underground, and done in the stylish color scheme of white walls, yellow file cabinets (about 700 of them) and orange carpet. My supervisors (these two horrible middle-aged women) sat on their butts and smoked all day, and I had to take my breaks right by their desks, so that I could enjoy the smoke also. And they timed our restroom breaks.
The "file girls" (yes, that's what they were called: full timers who filed NEW insurance applications) were surly girls who tended to call in their resignations on Monday mornings after meeting "the guy" over the weekend. They were always fighting amongst themselves about something or another, and I can't say I blame them.
Once the applications were all pulled and "double checked" (yeah, right - none of us "summer help" could care less), we fed them into an early version of a scanner/microfiche thing and shredded the originals. The computer age had yet to get come to Central Files (we were underground, after all)
I would love to go back to Mutual of Omaha and see whatever became of "Central Files"