I met a cute girl at a bar once. I asked what she did for a living and she said that she paints glass eyes. I guess there is a company nearby that makes prosthetics. She paints the many layers of the eye to replace one that has been lost. I thought it sounded interesting.
She said that it was awful. Every person she deals with has just lost their eye and she needs to stare at their one good eye to paint its replacement.
That pretty much ended the conversation. For all I know the girl could have been a librarian and she was just telling me this story to get rid of me. It worked.