That’s me on the left, holding the other end of the shank. In case you’re wondering, that’s molten steel at around 3000F in the ladle. I some times do that eight or more times a day. Anybody wanna say they’ve got a tougher job than me? 
You win. 
If I had somewhere to post pictures, I’d give you a run for you money
I order chicken wings hotter than that!
You get to play spaceman AND you’re fully equipped against the signals from you know who…those alien/reptile people that try to mind control us.
I’ve crawled halfway down a city block inside a two ft diameter sewer, wearing nothing but a rainsuit and duct tape (gotta have duct tape). Every so many feet an empty overhead pipe threatens to send a log crashing right into your head. Poop has to be worth a few points.
I’ve had to unclog floor drains in morgues that were stopped up with hair and other body fluids (eeewwww) while some dead guy laid there the whole time.
I’ve had to unclog a drain inside a PUMA cage one time that was stopped up with PUMA PISS!! (no the Puma wasn’t in there but I had to walk past the mean ass animal.)
Ok, that molten stuff does look a little uncomfortable.
I’ve got the scars to prove just how uncomfortable it is.
Tapioca Dextrin, you’re on! 
Submariner’s wife in wartime [or really any time the boat left, accidents do happen <cough-thresher-cough>. If he had died, not only wouldn’t I possibly find out for an interminable amount of time, I couldn’t know exactly when/where nor would I have gotten his body back. A really anxious time was when they were refusing to let me know if the boat was in port finally or pass a message to him asking him to call me one time when they were 2 weeks late back from a run, and I was out of town so I couldn’t go to base myself and even see if the boat was back yet. That was the cruise that they were acquired by soviet sonar somewhere they really shouldn’t have been caught, back in the good old cold war years.
I’ve cleaned college “party dorms” on weekend mornings, complete with all the bodily fluids in unlikely places. Can I at least have an Honorable Mention?
Along with “the dog ate my homework” I’m going to have to offer up a feeble excuse. I’ve just looked at my memmory stick. All my oics have have been wiped by the new William Shatner album. The backup is at home which is nine time zones away.
Dude, you so need a little propellor on top of that helmet.
As for me, I work at a large software company in Redmond. Do you think it’s easy putting all those bugs in?
Luxury!! You’ve got a cool suit, and you get to play with hot metal! Try selling commercial real estate …ya little pussy! 
If your job is so tough and hot and all that stuff, why is the dude on the other side in a shirt?
Looks to me like you are trying to have us on
Yeah, I’m the guy standing there without the foil suit on.
Actually, I’m a fluffer. Wanna trade?
I’d say you win. You don’t have any competition from me since none of my daily activities involve anything that could potentially burn my face off.
I’m on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, holidays I work doubletime. I am expected to be an expert in Algebra, English, Literature, Social Studies, Geography and all the main Sciences. I am a full-time chauffer and housecleaner. I am also a 12 hour laundry, processing approximately 50 pounds of dirty clothing per week. I am also a gormet cook who’s duties include preparing 21 unique, tasty and nutritious meals each week, plus snacks. I am also responsible for acquisition, distribution and maintainence of all food and consumable household items. I perform hygenic cleanup when other staff members are ill or simply lazy. I change the oil in my car. My compensation = exactly $0 annually.
When I am done with these duties, I am a newborn nanny for other families, working about 30 hours a week.
And in five months, I will attempt to pass a watermelon sized infant through a hole the size of a tennis ball, using nothing but my abdominal muscles. In the process, I will likely defacate and urinate in front of no less than four total strangers. Then comes the bloody part.
Wanna trade?
I teach. In a public high school. Sophomores.
I’m a computer geek.
I hate it when I accidentally spill molten metal on my keyboard.
So…which one’s Pete?
Tin foil suit? Guess the hat wasn’t working.
You win.
I second that. Who’s the badass in the short sleeve shirt and sunglasses? Does he coat himself in asbestos first?