I worked the shoe dept of a downscale department store for six months and hated every second of it. Many ugly & smelly feet, too many of the customers were bloody rude (to be fair they could probably sense the distain I had for the job), and I'll never forget the customer who asked me to measure her kid's feet right after he'd crapped his pants (ugh). The only customer I remember having nice feet also had a moustache, which was unfortunate as the customer was female. Needless to say, I was more than happy to leave that posistion and am amazed--and somewhat disappointed in myself--I lasted as long as I did. Come to think of it, the gig might have lasted only three months, but felt like six.