Not a crap job, I loved it, but a “crap” job.
Trainee Medical Lab science officer at Fazakerley hospital, testing various samples of all types of bodily fluids, wound drains and dressings, swabs and anything else you can think of. Lovely, smelly interesting work for a budding trainee microbiologist.
From any poor individual who had returned home from far flung holidays with various stomach complaints or lava-bum, We used to receive paint-tin sized steel tubs of loose excrement, which we had to culture, sample and then grow any bugs from.
One particularly hot august day, I was left to my own devices in the poo lab, with several tins to work on. They had been left on the lab top, in direct sunlight.
Being a naive young lad, I noticed a low weird, hissing sound that I had not heard in the poo lab before, but paid it no mind.
Needless to say, when it came to opening the poo paint tin for sampling, the contents were excited to be free, hot, fizzing and fermenting, and before you could say tetanus, I had redecorated the lab walls, ceiling and myself with week old infected liquid bum gravy.
Good times. I’ve had worse jobs since.