You know who must have the most fruitless job?
The guy who comes out and puts a fancy, colored cape on James Brown when it appears that he's done singing and starts to make his way out offstage.
But really James isn't done, for as soon as the cape is placed down, he sort of generates some more "James Juice" and then turns around to fire back up to the microphone (and ends up shedding the aforementioned colored cape).
That guy who put it there has to be thinking, "I know I'm getting paid, and paid well, but really... am I making any real dent in this world?"
I think about these things.
Because I'm a dork.