Worked for Dun & Bradstreet for a bit in high school. Weird job, looking back. Sitting in a cubicle, a terminal would "randomly" pull up information about a small business in a kinda CRUD-like interface that a 14-year-old could spin up in a few minutes in RoR. You'd have to cold-call the business owner, and then ask all sorts of personal questions, like their address, how many customers they have.
My "favorite" question, "What was your total revenue last year?" And some people would actually give it out! But most would spit in your face or hang up. The coup de grace was if they didn't hang up, you had to then upsell them on one of your data products. I remember one of them was just, here's the information we have on you (that you just gave me).<p>It was soooo soul-crushing, after every call I'd click away from the CRUD terminal to a browser and read a little "John Baez's stuff" for a few minutes. And then I'd hear the phone ring and it'd be my boss saying, "Let's take another call, okay?"<p>They used to tell us Abraham Lincoln worked there, I guess because it's hard to imagine Abe toiling at a fucking boring and embarrassing job like this, so maybe it's actually not that bad.