Because I work in a closed basement, what I enjoy the least is having to inhale the noxious fumes from cleaners, strippers, and solvents. Even using a mask, the fumes are horrible and almost make me sick, but then after a while, they're not so horrible... they become tolerable. Then for some reason, after an hour or so, they actually start smelling kind of pleasant, and I begin to smile and enjoy the smell. Then more time passes and I become a little giddy and start giggling to myself and thinking what great fun it is to strip paint and glue off an old drum, and wonder why the room is spinning and tipping, so maybe I'll sit down on the floor for a while to wait for the spinning to stop. That's when my wife comes down into the basement and asks me why I'm sitting on the floor just staring at a bass drum with a stupid look on my face.Cool Dude
Maybe it's not my least favorite thing after all.
Mike