I used to be in the Society for Creative Anachronism. My main focuses were buying knives, drumming, and partying. I once drank 7 full-sized bottles of cheap Asti Spumante (someone needed the empties to rack wine they were making), followed it up with Killian's Irish Red, and followed that with Budweiser. It was at that point I realized I hadn't set up my tent and wasn't able to. I slept on a garbage-strewn picnic table with flies buzzing around.
My first job was with a "direct mail marketing" firm, in other words, junk mail. The boss kept buying weird old computer hardware from bank auctions. We had this old line printer where the ink ribbon was a giant spool the width of the page... and its motor had died. Nobody made replacements for it. Instead junking it or getting the motor fixed, I had to turn it manually with my thumb on the edge of the gear.
We also had jobs where our customer was paranoid and refused to send us their mailing lists on disk or tape... so they sent us printouts instead, which I had to key in since OCR was really lousy at the time.
On the flip side, a prestigious tennis academy sent us their database including unencrpyted credit card numbers of very wealthy people sending their kids halfway around the world for summer camp.