I substitute taught junior high school for a while. I’m still amazed I actually had voluntarily had children afterwards. My eldest is heading into seventh grade in two years and I’m thinking of spending that year hiding out in the basement.
As a former archaeologist I was able to tick most of the boxes, apart from being paid in tips and other people’s, lives being at risk.I didn’t tick dealing wiht human waste but now I’ve remembered several jobs where we had chemical toilets and took turns carrying the always overful buckets to tip them directly into the sewers (we had a special key for the cover) or into a pit.
Working a seven day week and feeling my safety was at risk belongs to one site where we were digging at an active gravel quarry. We had to keep an eye out for the gravel diggers and move if they came within irrc 50 feet as we were warned what would happen if a dragline snapped and whipped uncontrollably.
I loved my job 
Managed a horse farm for a couple of years. Most of the time it was a fine job but in the rain and snow it pretty much sucked. There was lots of lifting (I don’t know about 50 lbs, but the feed bags were 40 lbs and I had to lift them regularly) and heavy physical labor.
handling horses is dangerous on an everyday basis, but there were a couple of horses with behavior issues that definitely made me fear for my life. Like the one that would rear, spin, and kick out when turned out in his field. He would also pull back and break shit/scare himself/panic whenever you had to tie him for any reason, which obviously was something I avoided doing, and that made life difficult. Most horses improve with consistent handling but he never did. Happily, the owners moved him on their own before I had to refuse to handle him ever again – it wasn’t worth my life.
That’s probably wise. 
My son just finished his freshman year at college and I feel like I just got my son back!
I clicked almost all of them even though my single worst job didn’t have any of the above…
[spoiler]I worked in a poultry genetics research lab. The research used controlled breeding. That meant artificial insemination.
Every Tuesday was fuck-a-chicken day. What could be worse?
[spoiler]You do know that to artificially inseminate the hens on Tuesday that we had to collect from the roosters on Monday.
Every Monday was whack-off-a-rooster day.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
I checked every one except for the sales quota and tips.
The only one I checked was regularly fearing for health or safety. It might be a bit of a stretch, but at my previous job I had to run errands using the company’s piece of shit truck. I knew the transmission was going out and the brakes were bad, but since I’m a girl I lack the equipment necessary to properly diagnose what is wrong with a vehicle.
Not three weeks after I quit that job the bosshole’s son was driving said POS truck and guess what? The transmission dropped out on it while he was driving downtown in heavy traffic. A multi-car accident ensued from people trying to get around the dead truck. Everyone involved was OK, I had to fight the urge to call up and say I told you so.
I ticked ‘lift 50 pounds’ and ‘work outdoors in bad weather’ because I’ve worked on a couple of archaeological digs, where we did a lot of heaving around wheelbarrows heaped with dirt in the cold and rain. The thing is, though, same as Springtime for Spacers, I *loved *those jobs. I didn’t consider them crappy at all.
I think the crappiest job I’ve ever had was when I was freelancing part-time in Dilbertworld. It was well paid and the people were nice, but almost everything I had to do was several degrees removed from any kind of reality, and the higher-ups truly expected all of us to care deeply about the company, and there was this general ambience of pervasive low-level insanity - which I get the sense is standard in the corporate world, but I had never been in there before and it freaked me right out. In spite of the nice people, I was mind-blowingly relieved when I got another freelance gig and could afford to quit.
I also did one gig where we thought we were all going to collapse from heatstroke (two people actually did, but that still didn’t make the guys in charge change anything about the working conditions) and then I got hit in the face by a flying orange (flying oranges were a core part of the job, so this shouldn’t have been entirely unexpected to anyone including me) and chipped a tooth. The gig was only a day and a half, though, so I didn’t tick the ‘regularly feared my health or safety was at risk’ box.
And did you become especially close to any particular rooster?
I was a journeyman carpenter in the early 70’s. Lots of lifting over 50 lbs and outside work in bad weather. This also qualifies for the health and or safety at risk category.
Now I work as division manager and crew leader for a fire alarm company. Everything we do concerns life safety. If we do not do our job properly, people could die as the result. A fifty hour week is pretty common. We are now working an installation at a new data center being built for a confidential client. There are sometimes 70+ hour weeks.
This one, newspaper version. At one time, I worked 50 days in a row without a day off. And one day the system want wonky, and every instance of a certain character in the next day’s paper (it was not a letter; it was an ampersand or something) didn’t come out so I got called in after midnight to reset them all by hand so the pages could be replated. Then work again the next day. Overtime!
Everything but commission and tips. Army 13 years.
When I worked in rental property management, I routinely had to plunge out toilets and empty porta-potties. No big deal.
I now work as a cashier, and around the holidays work over 50 hours in a 7 day week. My personal best is working 16 days straight. Again, no big deal.