Post office, boring as hell
then I worked in a Turkish grocery store, which was less boring, but frustrating and confusing, since I recieved no training for anything, and was often given very specialized tasks, such as manning the spice-booth, knowing nothing about spices. The boss-man knew what he was doing though - cheapest labour available, and give them only a couple of months before booting (some kind of exploit where he would get away with paying less than minimum wage, for "trial periods" or something... Norwegian unions eventually had enough of him, and he pretty much fled to Turkey, where he continues his business ventures, leaving the rest of his family here (including his son, my childhood friend))