Dear goodness me, you're right on that one. One of my jobs during undergrad was riding herd on a database of campaign ads. Nothing like building a controlled vocabulary and then spending 4 hours at a time watching ads and tagging them with names, years, locations and themes. After that gig, the only person I could have voted for in good conscience was Paul Wellstone, which would have been tricky, him being dead by that point.
I've done fiberglassing in poorly-sealed suits and I've literally shoveled shit for money; that database was, by far, the worst job I've ever held.