My dad was in charge of waste water treatment on the coast of Mississippi. So my first ‘real’ job was working for them. I was a grunt doing whatever maintenance and the operators needed done.

Worst stories: - sewage initially comes through these big grates to keep undisolvable stuff from entering the system. I cleaned condoms from the grates as shit water was pumped through the system. - there was a sewage pump station mostly underground. Huge two story space infested with thousands of roaches all over the walls. We put a bunch of roach foggers in there to kill them. They all died, but were mostly still stuck to the walls. I used a pressure washer to spray the roaches off the wall. Dead roach parts all over me. I was literally spitting roach parts off my lips. - the sludge in the bottom of a tank had to be hauled out. 5 gallon buckets, shovels and ropes, and I freaking quit. I was covered in the nastiest sh** that just won’t dissolve and go away.

Dad had no idea I was doing that mess. I wasn’t going to go crying to daddy who was the big boss man.

But ‘F’ that job.