Dearest Oscar's only ever office job was as
the editor of a fashion magazine comparable to today's Vogue. The whole article is worth reading, but small insights like this one are the most entertaining:
One great problem with his new job was that Wilde was not allowed to smoke in the office. This was profoundly irritating for the man who stated that "a cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied." But there was nothing against spending a day conversing with authors in a comfortable office chair. He seemed to have enjoyed his privileged position immensely, at least in the beginning.
If you're a fan, like me, you'll be pleased to know that you can peruse a digitised archive of the magazine
here.