That is handling anything one would classify as "yucky" (like cleaning out the dustbin) or physically sticky.
I'd like to add mineral wool to the list. The kind they use in loudspeakers. Makes me want to scratch myself to the moon and back if I only see the stuff.
One of my first jobs as a "Trainee Tech" at a TV studio in 1965 was, complete with white overalls, to lie on my back in loose fibreglass insulation in the ceiling, trying to remove a big welding "dag" on the inside of a section of wide-ish aluminium pipe which was provided to allow a large round multi-way connector to access the STL on the roof.
In those days, the "head " unit of STLs contained the Klystron & the stuff needed to modulate it, whilst the rest of the "guts" was in a rack inside the building----hence, the big connector.
It was seriously hot in there, & the large "rat tail" file took forever to make enough progress.
Eventually, the connector would fit through, so I came down, looking like a boiled lobster, & itching like mad, despite the Boiler suit!
The station had overestimated the number of staff they needed, & I was "let go" a few months later!
Next job was an "old school" Broadcast/HF comms site.
The B/C side had automatic EPP in case of a power failure, but the comms site had the EPP in an underground bunker, manually started & switched over.
Alongside the Diesel, was what was termed, for some reason, a "top tank".
This was refilled by rolling a 44gallon drum up a wooden ramp to a funnel sticking out of the outer wall.
The Postmaster General's Dept had kindly designated me as an "Exempt Tech", which meant, on this, day, I had my very own Trainee.
After setting up the drum, we just had to wait till we filled the "top tank".
We had been doing this for a while, so I asked the Trainee to check progress.
"All OK!" said he, but after a bit longer, I started to get a bit "antsy", so checked myself.
Diesel fuel was pouring over the top of the tank, & the "chases" cut in the concrete floor were half full of it.
About this time, the Trainee's shift finished, & he "buggered off"!
For some reason, lost in the mists of time, that day, I had worn a white shirt & good trousers, so there I was, for the rest of the day,
grovelling round with huge bundles of "waste", sopping up the horrible stuff-----scratch one white shirt!
I already didn't much like Diesel fuel (Diesoline, Distillate, or whatever you might call it),
When I was a kid, our neighbour in the bush kept his drums near the pig pen, so in my mind the smell of pig Shit & Diesel are forever linked, but this episode changed dislike to hate!