I worked hanging overhead garage doors the summer before my senior year in high school. Mostly not too bad, but I was the one who was sent up in the attic of new homes to pull the wire for motorized door openers. Unfinished attics in July and August in Texas can get to 160° F, and I came close to heat exhaustion more than once. We once got an order for a couple dozen doors, and I got to be the one in the workshop moving the panels around by hand, drilling and cutting for hardware, and bolting on said hardware. That shed was damn hot, too.
Reading water meters in January is only marginally more comfortable that reading them in July and August. Hot, cold, wet, you have to get them read on time. You learn how to handle people and dogs real fast.
I had to change out a meter for a pharmacy once. The meter was about 80 years old and not reading correctly, so the pharmacy was being way under billed. I let the lady at the counter know that I was turning off the water to change the meter and that the water would be off for 5 to 15 minutes. As I reached to turn off the water the owner of the pharmacy comes screaming out of the door pointing a pistol at me, promising to shoot the shit out of me if I touched that meter. I backed off and called it in. Later that afternoon I was there with the Assistant Chief of Police and an officer who stood overwatch while I changed the meter. That was a pretty fucked up day.