Barracuda, you should try Hollywood. You might shoot right to the top. I'm not joking!
The last time I had a "real" job was in 1995 through early 1996, for "Microsoft Press" in Austin Texas. Except it wasn't really for MS Press, it was for a company whose name I can't remember who subcontracted call-center jobs. Then we were actually hired by a temp agency. The pay wasn't enough to live in your Mom's basement. It was the most depressing job ever, especially considering I was far older than most of the kids there, most of whom were in college. One girl was 17.
We could take calls from people who wanted to buy books from MS Press. They would ask questions that we were in absolutely no way qualified to answer. Also, the customers would be looking at the company website, and we didn't have access to that website or any other. Sometimes they'd get really angry at us when informed of this. Like it was our fault.
These total strangers would give us, total strangers, their personal credit card info, which we could easily have been writing down on our own little slips of paper, and would order these books.
They did random drug testing for this job. Because god knows you don't want someone smoking pot in their spare time when you're paying them $7.00 an hour to answer phones for a subcontractor of a subcontractor of Microsoft. One of the guys who was absolutely super-good at the job, and who actually had READ many of the books and who actually KNEW what he was talking about was frog-marched out of there like a criminal for failing his piss test. In Austin, where you can probably pick up enough THC to fail a test just from walking down the streets on some nights.
It was a disgusting and appalling experience, and I got so depressed that I started finding myself unable to get out of bed for it. Finally they fired me, or I should say an angry worker at the temp agency fired me and told me basically that I'd "never work in their town again" (meaning their temp agency, and they were franchized all over the country). Oh gosh, really? Right after that I got a job on a little indy film, had a great time, met my new girlfriend and a bunch of cool new people, and was off for the next 14 years or so.
Compared to other work environments i've seen, it really wasn't that horrible. The worst place I've ever seen was a car-battery factory in Minnesota. You couldn't even breathe in the place, there was like crystalized acid in the air that would burn your mucous membranes as soon as you tried to take a breath. I don't know how anybody survived that place. Then there was the stockyard outside of Denver ..... But I didn't work in those, was only there to film.

