I'm sure it beats sitting behind a store counter every day.

*And Antonin means it. His work is tiresome and boring and aside from the occasional interesting trade-in, there's not much to report. The merchandise is seedy as fuck, and the clients even more so. It's not that he's afraid of the clientele or the merchandise; he simply finds it dull. There is no merit to him about a necklace that apparently killed over a dozen muggles; he does that any day of the week and ten fold. That and the general annoyance of having Borgin bark orders at him all day grates on his nerves and patience relentlessly.*