I’ll do almost anything for money, sometimes just for the challenge.
When I was going to college, I used to get spot jobs from the Job Service. They liked me because I’d built up a reputation for completing any job, despite it’s unpleasantness. Upside of this is that I almost always had work.
One of my worst jobs was at an animal Bi-products place. The boss took me to this huge room with a boiler and what looked like miles of piping along the two story ceiling. Simple, paint everything metal, bright yellow. He showed me a two story step ladder, safety harness to attach to the piping after you packed that five gallon bucket of yellow paint up a two story ladder. Oh! and I almost forgot, another five gallon bucket of degreaser to clean with.
On top of the boiler and the piping was about five inches of congealed fat that had to first be removed. The best method I found was just sluicing your hand along the pipe while trying to avoid getting it all over you and the ladder. After getting the piping all squeeky clean you could paint it.
The ladder was just high enough that I had to stand on the top rung and all of the work was over head. I went home every night covered head to toe with unmentionably foul grease and the brightest yellow armpits you have ever seen.
Apparantly they had been through quite a few folks that didn’t last on that particular job and they were quite impressed with my diligence. The boss offered me a permanant full time job driving truck! Finally, a job more befitting of my talents!
They sent me to a farm to pick up a bloated cow carcass that had been there wayyy too long, the idea being that you’d winch the thing up into the back. I started by trying to pull it on by a leg which just parted company with the rest of the cow and worked my way through the rest of the limbs. Finally just ended up picking up the pieces and throwing most of it onto the truck.
Got back to the plant and left the truck in the parking lot and dejectedly left without any explaination. First job I ever quit.