In my early 20's, after getting out of the Army, I got a job at a helicopter manufacturer. My job was to sit in a locked office that overlooked where they sent out the completed helicopters. There was a phone there that I was responsible for never answering. It was a regulation or contractual requirement (I was never sure which) that someone had to be by the phone during business hours but didn't require that someone had to answer it. It was answered, of course, by a secretary who sat on the other side of the locked door and who also signed me in and out. It was boring. On the first day, I read a book from the little bookshelf (it was a Harlequin romance). After that (this was before pre-personal computers) I brought in my own books. It was boring but I made $8.50 an hour for guaranteed 40-hour work weeks and someone brought me lunch every day.
Now, 30 years later, I would kill for that job. To be able to just exist in peace while getting paid would be bliss. My current job is meetings and deadlines and reviews and responding to other people's fires with the ever-present layoffs looming (I have so far survived 3 so far). That job was wasted on the young me.