This job does sound a lot more interesting than stupid service industry jobs and it is more relevant to your education. And it's a job you could get some satisfaction out of, I hope. ("I harvest eyes for the needy!")
DO EET. DO EET NOW.
As far as "weird jobs" go... shortly after I graduated high school I became an old man's assistant. I just remembered this the other day and started laughing at the randomisity of it all. The old man was an 80 year old WW2 vet who spent a fair amount of time living in the Northwest Territories (Canada). He had mountains of WW2 relics and aboriginal Northwest Territories artifacts in his house and he needed someone to help him catalogue all of the items for resale. So I helped him do that. It was $11/hr, 4 hours a day, and I didn't know what I was doing with my life so it was actually pretty sweet. Boring as Hell most of the time, though. A lot of the time he wouldn't have anything for me to do so he would tell me stories or I'd just draw for four hours. Man that was sweet. I grew to really like him, actually, even though we come from such different worlds *emotional fist shake* [I had to help him donate money to the Conservative party (Canada's watered-down Republicans)—it's like... really?)
He died last Summer which kind of tripped me out.
It was funny because he was such a conservative old man in contrast to me with my multi-coloured hair and crazy earrings. Oh, you young folk. Actually, I have some epic quotes from him. He is hence known as "JHM"
JHM: You're here in good time.
Me: Yep!
JHM: [very ][/very]
JHM: I'm just wondering... when can one comment on another gentleman's earrings?
JHM's Wife: He's changed his hair as well!
JHM: [hands ][/hands]
JHM: Do you know what that is?
Me: [pause] A bird?
JHM: A penis.
(We had a tradition of drinking a luke-warm pepsi on our "15 minute break")
JHM: Drink your pepsi for God's sakes!
JHM: Oh... Fiddlesticks...
JHM: Ah!
JHM: Double fiddlesticks!
JHM: This thing is sh*****tting all over the place like nobody's flipping business...
JHM: It appears that we have made a mistake...
Me: That had better be the royal "we".
JHM: Oh for the love of... 17... blue cats...
JHM: [phone ][/phone] DROP DEAD!
JHM: [picks ][/picks] Good morning!
JHM: JESUS CHRISTMAS CHRIST.
JHM: [to ][/to] No, you needn't check it again, Steven!
JHM: [long ][/long] Who the Hell is Steven?
JHM: I don't even know a Steven.