If these jobs aren’t reason enough to start your own business and work for yourself I don’t know what is…

“During my first year of school I was pretty desperate for cash, my buddy told me that there was a mink farm near his home that needed some help. I went down there and before I knew it I was working in a 200’ long metal shack with nearly 1000 mink in 105 degree heat scraping mink crap off of wire cages. [How much did you get paid?] Well, l started at $5 an hour and ended a $5 an hour two weeks later…my roommates made me leave all my clothes outside and run to the shower in my underwear before I could even talk to them. Yeah, that job was pretty lame, I can’t believe I actually did it.” Don R.

“I once helped clean out apartment buildings after tenants moved to prepare the rooms for the next tenant. Anyways, one time my supervisor dropped me off at a place and told me to haul the mattress outside, tear up the carpet and pad, and pile it all up outside of the building. He kind of laughed as he drove off and I quickly found out why. The guy that had lived there was an alcoholic that in his drunken state usually used either a corner of the apartment or his bed as a toilet. Between the throw-up soaked sheets, 100 pound urine soaked, mattress, and carpet that had dried and was stuck to the floor from this dude’s “messes” it took me 5 hours to clean it all up and was pretty much the worst thing I had ever done. It turned out the apartment was vacant because the guy had gotten onto the roof the night before and tried to jump to the next apartment building…thirty feet away.” Mike B.

“Um, worst job? That would have to be the time I used to wash out dumpsters using a pressure washer. Years of fermented grass clippings, diapers, and anything else you can imagine would fly up out of the dumpster and onto my arms which, no matter how hard I would wash never really stopped reeking. It paid well though…go figure.” Kris R.