I started out in this maze as a temp - I was whored out from department to department, when they were done with me I moved along to another cubicle like a nomad. 

My first job lasted about a month, I assisted people using our lab facilities.  Then I was bumped up to a secretary position in another department.  The fellow I worked for was Mormon, this one woman from the lab (I'll call her The Ancient One) was like "Oh, you have to work with The Mormon" (she used his name, you guys get the drift).  I was scared, what was he going to be like, where were they sending me?! 

I was the first secretary to EVER get along with this man.  He was usually merely tolerated.  I found him humorous, I understood his dry humor and his OCD on checking and double checking things.  He kept me busy, I kept up.  He was devoted to his family, so if mine was sick, or I was even sick - he'd send me home and some days even tell me not to worry about the lost hours, to log them anyway on my time card.  It was stressful working for him, just because he is in charge of some big events - but I liked what I was doing.  Sometimes at events I'd be harassed by security thinking I was a student because I was so young looking (well I was young, but at 21 I still looked 16).  One day I had what turned out to be symptoms of a  transischemic attack in front of him, he was talking to me all I heard was a whoosh, one arm was numb, I couldn't comprehend what he was saying, I couldn't get words out of my mouth, my face went numb, he asked "CubicleDweller, are you okay?"  Somehow I managed to reply "I don't think so" and he told me to go home, and asked if I need him to drive me home.  I'm stubborn, I drove myself - yeah, stupid, I know.  When I got home I just laid on my bed until it passed, then I was exhausted and just slept.  I didn't tell anyone about that episode for a while so I never had my blood tested to know if that was what I had for sure ... but it was all around the same time I had a doctor keeping tabs on me and the symptoms I had that she said "could be probable to MS" - but never would she write it in my file ... she said that she knew one day I'd have a great job with benefits and if she was to label me to early I'd have a hard time finding health coverage without paying out the ass. 

So The Mormon and I worked well together for a few months, then I was offered a position back in the lab as their receptionist, it was a pseudo permanent job, the Director had really liked me so she'd pushed for a grant to pay for a receptionist/ whatever position for the rest of that fiscal year.  He was sad to see me go, but in two weeks his regular secretary was coming back from maternity leave anyway.

To this day his secretary still tells me that he thinks "the sun wouldn't set without me".