I tell you what. I had to enter a sewage shaft (yesterday) An 8 ft. by 5 ft. hole in the ground, about 23 feet deep. The shaft was filled at 8-1/2ft full of shit, vomit, dishwater chunks, bath water, hospital waste, tiolet paper, funeral home waste, diarrhea, rubbers, tampons, etc. You name it, it was there. The worst thing was all of the raw chunky scum covering the top layer, which consisted of "chewed up" looking food particles. Probably fatty substances, since it was floating. Most likely from garbage disposals, and meat trimmings from the holiday meals.
I had to control the dry heaves.
I had to dip an extension ladder into the shaft until I hit the "soft" bottom. The ladder was immediately coated with a quagmire of crap. My job was to drill and bolt a 6" pipe to the wall, from below shit level to the top. Fortunately, I did not drop any tools. The toughest part was drilling the bottom holes, only 2 inches above sewage line.The only place for me to stand, was the bottom rung, which was also a few inches above the crap.
At any given moment, the sewage level can rise unexpectedly, forcing me to evacuated. I do not like the idea of wading in sewage.
The job is done. Well accomplished.
Later that day, when I come home smelling like a sick skunk. My wife asks me "What do you want for dinner?". I say "Nothing, I am not hungry now". "What, is it my cooking?"...