Like NewChapter I would find myself struggling to do a messy cleaning job wearing a skirt and heels and wishing I could change into my jeans and trainers.
At one convention I was assigned the job of cleaning a filthy, industrial sized food mixer in the kitchens of the hall we were using for a Circuit Assembly, by a jumped up little idiot who was wearing an attendant's badge and thoroughly enjoying lording it over all us humble sisters. I was wearing a brand new white Laura Ashley dress and high heels, and was not given any protective clothing to wear. Why, oh why did I meekly obey orders and ruin my best dress? The food mixer wasn't even used for gawd's sake!! I should have told him where he could stick the food mixer and walked away. What a complete dork I was in those days
One job I did enjoy doing one year at a DC was walking round the grounds of the stadium with a food tray round my neck selling snacks. I was sensible enough to remember to wear flat sandles for that job