Growing up, one of my best friend’s dad was a garbage man.
By the time he retired at 65, he had a sizable pension, and was making $65k/year, and this was in a small town. While he was working, he had an excellent health insurance plan for him and his son, and he got all government holidays off, plus two weeks paid vacation every year.
The perks that weren’t covered by the city wasn’t so bad either.
A 48" tv, that was fixed with a $1.50 part picked up at Radio Shack. This was back when a 48 inch tv ran $10k and up.
Blades. Everything from antique razors to broad swords. Many in excellent condition.
Movies. He would bring home 50 to 60 vhs tapes a week, ranging from Disney movies to porn. In most cases, nothing was wrong with them.
Tape decks, cd walkman, cd players, vcrs, stereos and speakers galore. We could never figure out why these were thrown out, considering the ones he brought home always worked. He’d make an extra $200 to $500/week selling these things at a flea market on the weekends. The ones we didn’t keep that is.
There were dangers though. Having to get out and empty cans in thunder storms. Dogs as mentioned above. He had to go through a neighborhood where being white could get you shot. Slipping on ice was a good possibility in the winter, and he did so many a time. (Not that he tried for worker’s comp, that man worked through anything, including a heart attack.)
I’d certainly say it’s worth being a garbage man, if you don’t coming home smelling of garbage every day. You will too, even if you just sit in the truck all day.