That's pretty funny, you used the words, 'work' and 'government job' in the same sentence.
Years ago, a friend of mine got a civie job at a heavily secured military base. The pay was good, (better than mine) and he had full benefits. He had to pass a background check, drug check and a lie detector just to get the required security clearance. He bragged to me, "Man this is some intense (stuff) I'm getting into" and I'll admit I was a bit envious.
Once he got there he found out what the job entailed:
At 0800 he went to the motor pool and requisitioned a hand cart, which he pushed to the supply depot. There, he signed for 3 boxes of white, 5000 page, continuous form, tractor-feed printer paper, which he carted to secured building 'A'.
At the door, his clearance was checked, the boxes inspected to ensure they actually contained paper, and then he was escorted to a heaviliy secured, windowless room by two Marines; one wearing a sidearm, the other brandishing an M-16. (I should mention that none of the marines had any rank insignia.)
The guards at the door let them in and he proceeded to replace the paper in the three printers in the room. After each change, he was required to press the button to print a single test page (ABCDEF...12345... etc.) and pass it to the sidearm-wearing Marine.
The Marine would inspect the page, apparently checking that the margins hadn't been messed with and then the page was shredded on the spot.
He did this for each printer and when finished, he was escorted back to the entrance, where he was signed out of the building.
At this point, he was supposed to take the three (unused, mind you) boxes of paper he had just replaced to the secure document destruction building, dump them down a chute, and go pick up three new boxes of paper to be taken to building 'B', where the same proccess was followed. And then do the same for buildings 'C' and 'D'.
That was his entire morning shift and his afternoon shift was exactly the same. Changing printer paper, five days a week.
He soon figured out that none of these printers ever printed anything except the test pages. He marked the edge of the top page with his thumbnail when he installed the paper and the next time he went in to replace it, there was the mark, right where he had left it.
No one at the supply depot was cleared to know what he was doing so they had no idea how many boxes of paper he was supposed to be getting each day, only that if he asked for paper, they were to give it to him.
So he started taking the 'used' boxes of paper from building 'A' and installing them in building 'B', 'B' to 'C', 'C' to 'D' and then he'd stop over at the commisary for coffee and a snack and watch TV. As well as chat with other civie contractors, flirt with the gals behind the counter, shoot some pool or play video games (all free) and then have lunch.
At 1300, (he wasn't allowed to start earlier) he'd take his cart of 'used' paper from building 'D' to building 'A' to start the whole process over again.
After he finished with the second paper change at 'D' he'd take the three practically unused boxes to the shredder building, return the cart to the motor pool and go home, at least 2 hours early every day!
He did this for nearly eight years and ended up buying a Corvette with all the money he made. But his IT skills were nearly useless by the time he left there and he had to go back to school to get back up to speed before he could get another job.
Your military tax dollars at work.