I had this crazy job, though, when I first got to Los Angeles. . . I answered this ad in the back of the newspaper to be a telephone psychic, and I did that for two days.
I volunteered on a farming community in Israel for two years when I was a teenager. One of the jobs involved clearing out a massive warehouse full of chickens ready for the abattoir. The smell of 40,000 chickens in 45C is awful.