I once heard someone make a remark about an old couple that owned a secondhand bookshop…they’d been observed quietly sitting behind the counter waiting for trade. ” That must be the most boring job in the world”.
Sitting quietly in your own shop full of literally thousands of books that are free to read. Sitting there with a cup of coffee. Reading one of the books. And every now and then someone enters and walks quietly around, eventually coming over to give you money. All day.
And occasionally you get to have a little fun with them…
That is not a job. That is paradise. Paradise with coffee.