Odd jobs, mostly.
I would work for the Circus whenever it would come to town. They were always needing someone to help give enemas to the elephants. A job that I was particularly talented at.
Circus elephants, as you might well imagine, eat a lot of hay and, on occasion, can become impacted (a lot of people don't know this, but the large colon of an adult elephant can be as long as sixteen pool tables placed end-to-end. A baby elephant's colon about the size of two, or three, bar tables). Because of this the circus requires that enemas be given every Saturday morning, with the exception of certain holidays, or when it is on the road. Therefore, promptly at seven AM, I would line up all the elephants (sometimes a many as eight to ten depending, of course, on whether any one of them had done the late show the previous night), and begin the process.
Starting with the oldest elephant (elephants are keen on seniority), I would gently insert a garden hose up her (we kept the males segregated from the females) ass all the way to my shoulder (surprisingly, they seemed to enjoy this, generally speaking). When properly inserted, I would signal an assistant (by making a circular motion with my raised unused hand), whereupon he would turn on the water faucet, full force.
For those of you who have given yourself an enema, knowing when an elephant has been properly cleaned is not difficult. After a few minutes (depending upon the level of impact, of course) she would shit all over me and I would then move on to the next one in line.
To say that this job had become tedious would be an understatement, but at the time I needed the money. As you say, Pool is expensive.
Looking back, however, upon my time with the Greatest Show on Earth (I know. It wasn't that circus), there is one thing, that I can truthfully say, and that is: I really hated giving up show business.
P.S. Dedicated to my good friend, pt 109, who has a better sense of humor than anyone I know, including me. :grin: