When I get to Florida (probably in the fall), if I don’t have a good job lined up, I’ll sweep floors if I have to.
I won’t do wait staff or cook at a restaurant, though, because I’m high-strung. A ton of orders would make my head explode. But most other jobs? Fair enough.
That reminds me of a nice story about my dad. He did a lot of hiring of brilliant, highly degrees engineers in the aerospace field in the 50s and 60s fo very demanding, highly complex systems design. One of the interview questions he asked candidates was “You are waiting for the interviewer for a position to show up, but he is running late. The room you are waiting in is a mess and there’s a push broom leaning against the wall. What do you do?”
The answer dad was looking for is obvious, but he got a lot of prima donna applicants who would never demean themselves to touch a broom. Such jobs were for the janitors, not the highly degrees brilliant men. They would reply that they would sit there until the interviewer showed up.
It wasn’t an automatic DQ, but it provided a bit of information about the man’s character and desire to work no matter what the job.