Work at too many stadiums for too long and what you lose in patience you gain in perspective. Eventually you can tell the difference between an OK place, a semi-bad place and a truly awful place.
Here's an example: Aztec Stadium, Mexico City. It seats 115,000 and is probably best-known as the track and field venue for the 1968 Summer Olympics, the field upon which John Carlos and Tommie Smith mounted the award podium and stuck black-gloved fists into the thin, dirty air and then everybody sort of went nuts about it.
I was at that stadium for a sold-out soccer World Cup qualifier a few years ago between the U.S. and Mexico. I don't remember much about the game -- probably a tie -- but found the restroom facilities unique. Because of balky plumbing, the toilets at Estadio Azteca would not tolerate the placing of any paper products (or much else) into the system. Next to each toilet there was a small wicker basket into which customers were to put their soiled toilet paper. By halftime, as you can imagine, the atmosphere in the bathrooms was quite ripe.
On its worst day, the Vet had nothing on this place. I would rather eat Thanksgiving dinner off the floor of the men's room in the New York Port Authority bus station than visit the facilities at Aztec Stadium again. (And the next time you think you have a bad job, consider that at the end of the day it was someone's task to go around and empty all those wicker baskets.)