Cleaning them out? Like ant enemas or something?:eek:
Worst for me is cleaning a public women’s restroom. Blurf
Welcome, Eonwe! 
I’m still trying to think of a Halloween costume.
I used to roughneck on oil rigs, that could get pretty dirty and grimey. Once some tools fell into the pit surrounding the BOP (Blow Out Preventer) and I had to strip down and wade in chin deep reaching around in the dirty, oily, polluted water for them.
Working the drilling floor on the tongs you’d get everything on you, pipe dope, oil, diesel, drilling mud, sweat, grease, etc. This in addition to being a seriously dangerous environment.
Dirty jobs, indeed.
Grabbed my Ramen, but couldn’t find my microwave bowl.
Assumed bowl was in car.
Roomie drives me to work, and I look for bowl-no go.
Give up, and tell Roomie to take the Ramen back home.
Guess what’s been sitting on top of my desk since I left it there Friday?
I’ve done a lot of things over the years. I was a honeydipper one summer, cleared slag in a steel mill, farmed - and fertilized, delivered morning papers way back when. The one I hated the most was fixing beer delivery trucks for a distribution company. This was before “clean” got involved and every day you came out of the garage reeking of beer and gasoline and diesel without any of the “benefits” of consuming/using any of the three really. When I quit I burned my jumpsuit.
Chemical stink gets me faster than “people stink” but ---- second worse - on call “subcontractor” for a couple coroners offices. Got the job by accident - a neighbor died and no one realized until about 6 months later. After the normal morgue employees threw up everything except that hard hairy donut (their assholes - best to stop vomiting when you hit them) me and a buddy volunteered. We sort of guided the soup and bones into a bag and gladly took the $50 they gave us. Each. Major 1974 bucks! We talked and one of the morgue folks asked “Could we call you guys when we have -----------” At like $50 a throw found money part time? Damn betcha you can! It was the fact that people could die unnoticed that bothered us more than the stench and was why we quit after a year or so.
I have gotten seven phone calls on my cell this am, seven calls in less than 2 hours.
Every single one of them is from a telemarketer. Every one of them!
I have won a trip it seems. That is the only one I answered because it was from a Maryland area code, then they tell me they are calling from Florida.
I’m not in the mood to play with them this am so I cussed out the Florida bitch
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I guess I need to block all calls that are not in phone book. Its annoying to see I have missed calls and then find out they aren’t from people I do want to hear from.
Then again it so satisfying to cuss the bitches out.
Same problem, all the time. Why is it I can’t win any contests that I actually enter, but I win hundreds of contests I never even knew about?
I was at work early on a Monday morning. Where’s my prize?
You get to make the coffee.
Kopek that was one of the jobs I thought of this am but thought it was too early to post. Being a coroner and having to deal with ‘old’ bodies.
Gotti I worked in a Chinese restaurant for a while. I smelled of grease and egg rolls. It never affected my complexion though, unlike the others who worked there.
just got call number 8
Not a dirty job, but always seemed completely pointless to me - sweeping leaves off the dirt trial at the park. The path was sufficiently worn. And the leaves would be back in no time. Why bother?
Would you describe him as being broth-like or more akin to chicken & dumplings?
I turned a heater on last night to keep the African violets warm on the floor. I took them out of the window because there was a frost advisory. No frost that I saw, but it’s supposed to get down to the :eek:20s:eek: by the end of the week.
ruble, I had to look up honeydipper. The images in the ads did not match the description of the job. 
And just because someone has to link to the obligatory song, here you go. Nice to know someone around here cares a lot. (Also, wow, hardcore in 1985 meant a very different thing.)
I think the dirtiest job I ever took part in was cleaning out the barn at my grandparents’ place after Grandpa died, and we were getting ready for Grandma to put it on the market. The barn hadn’t been cleaned out in roughly sixty years, from the time when it was a working turkey farm. Grandpa was the kind of guy that kept spackle buckets full of rusty nails. Unfortunately, we all thought he was also the kind of guy that might hide money in ridiculous places, so we went through everything. All we found were several jars of change.
I vividly remember my dad saying to me “He was my father and I loved him, but if he weren’t already dead, I could murder him right now.” It was a big, big mess.
Naw, cleaning out the moat round the tank.
Giving them enemas isn’t too messy, but ye gods is it fiddly 
Today’s job…drained and cleaned an absess on my cat’s cheek this morning.
Since I work in the trades, I see some disgusting jobs all the time. This month was a sanitary line blocked with rags that backed up into a school.
When we head up to the ranch I’ll usually take part in a couple of cow necropsies. Kinda give you a whole new look at steak.
I want to thank all of you for showing me the bright side of not having a lunch to eat. 
I’ve worked on a horse farm and in a commercial laundry that served a conference center and a couple of hospitals, but the dirtiest job I’ve ever had was in a family restaurant that specialized in ice cream and fountain desserts.
Milkshake machines generate a fine (or not) spray of milk-ice-cream-syrup slurry no matter how firmly you seat the mixing cup. Syrup and topping containers spray liquid sugar everywhere but the dish you’re trying to prepare. Ice cream, though solid, still manages to smear itself on every available surface and body part. We won’t even talk about going into the freezer or worse, the basement. I used to drive home pretty much coated in a disgusting, resinous coating of dextrose and casein.
We aim to please