Carrying paper
....around corridors with some paper in my hand avoiding work.
Only IT related in as much as it was absent.
After Uni, in 1979 and not having decided what I wanted to do with my future yet*, I worked for a few weeks for a mail order catalogue company. My humble job was to fit tiny scraps of paper into plastic wallets, so tightly packed that the wallet would cut into our fingers as we tried. So that they could save space in the filing cabinets. I quickly saw that the paper was in segments, some was in order, then random, then in order. It didn't take an archaeologist to work out that every few weeks the clerks would just give up trying, they'd fire the latest batch of slaves and hire a new batch, who'd do the job properly for a brief while and then they'd in turn get bored and just stick the paper in randomly..They used no IT there. We were cheap labour- and the fact that the job was rarely done properly didn't seem to bother anyone. Least of all the manager of our little department. It was sooo tedious.
So I started to slip off. No one seemed to notice. I'd grab a handful of A4 sheets and wander round the building, chatting to bored clerks in various rooms. I didn't get fired until we all did. I don't know why they wanted to get rid of the other guys- they still appeared to be persevering.
*I was really torn between computing and teaching. Eventually went into special education as a literacy difficulties specialist with the Psychology Service. Which gave me teaching and problem solving.