When I was stationed in Japan in the early 70's, I worked part time for a small-time motorcycle dealer. He was a Japanese national that worked on the base and sold a few bikes to GI's out of a little shop behind his house. No money involved, just got good deals on bikes and parts and kept me out of the bars.
I showed up one afternoon and had nothing better to do, so I cleaned up his bench, made a tool board on the wall and just generally organized the place.
Came back a week later and everything was in a pile on the bench and floor again. Just how some people are used to working I guess. It'd drive me nuts.