Data entry is the
best job in the world. You get to sit in a nice,
air conditioned office, talk to your
workmates and listen to
music, while
unbeknownst to your consciousness, your
fingers tap away, copying meaningless numbers on a computer screen. You don't even have to be able to type that fast.
Okay, it's not the best job in the world, I just said that for symmetry. But it's certainly better than washing up in a busy pub kitchen, where your fingers and face melt from the scalding hot steam from the dishwasher, and you have to scrape out disgusting fatty grill pans, and see the remainders of everyone's lovely meals, without being able to eat any yourself, which you wouldn't want to anyway, as your hands are covered in grease and manky dishwater.
You fast-typing nerds have it easy. Honest.