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Oh my goodness! I wouldn't have been able to manage. I've always had the highest respect for people who work extremely chaotic, unpredictable, and high-risk occupations, like police officers, paramedics, etc. The responsibility and stress is so high. I cannot deal in high-stress environments.

My worst job was receptionist. I lasted less than two weeks. I have terrible phone skills and multi-tasking.

I can't deal with high stress environments either! I'm crap at multitasking as well, which is why I do one on one patient care. I do the same job with the same company, but now I work with a child who is more stable, isn't on a vent and day shift. I've had some scares, but nothing compared to what I used to have. My patient is mostly seizure precautions and has a feeding a tube. Her mom is there most of the time, so if I need help I can just ask her. I can also call my office to speak with my supervisor, the RN who's in charge of the case (I'm an LPN/LVN) or email her and she's great at getting back to me. The only time I had a really big scare was when neither of the parents were home and she needed oral suctioning and the machine was broken (a lot of things in the home are broken or dirty, but that's a whole other issue ) and I couldn't get it working. After positioning my patient so she wouldn't choke on her secretions, I called my office and asked to speak with my RN, who wasn't available so I spoke to our director of nursing instead and she was able to walk me through what to do. In the end things turned out ok and I was able to help my patient.

I respect that you're able to give hands-on care like that. I'm quite dyspraxic, and when I was in direct support, I had to make sure to take on clients who didn't have lots of medical needs. I was able to do more minor things, like administer basic meds, put a CPAP on a client, encourage a client to use her walker, and so forth (including some minor hygiene when necessary, like shaving or minor assistance with bathing), but I wasn't good with more intricate assistance like wheelchair transfers, changing adult diapers, changing feeding tubes, and the like. Group homes with more extreme special needs were the hardest; I could never do those without experienced co-workers helping me out. Even then they would get impatient with my dyspraxia and slowness.

When I was 18, I worked as an "order picker."

I only took home about $100 a week. People treated me like crap. And some guy threatened to beat me up after work.

I quit that job.

I struggle with hands on care at times. Changing adult diapers are hard, especially if the person can't assist you at all. I can do it, but it will take me a while. There's a reason why I only work with pediatric clients. Transfers aren't difficult because you can just scoop them up most of the time, and changing diapers is easy because all you have to do is lift them up gently under the knees, clean them up and put the diaper on. You can't do that with a full grown adult. I carry my patient up and down the stairs and transfer her to her wheelchair, but she's only 43 pounds. A totally dependant adult that can't help you at all with transfers really needs more than one person, because it's just not safe doing it alone- for you or the patient. I don't care what anybody says, if you have to get the person out of bed/wheelchair with a hoyer lift, you NEED 2 people. Period. Accidents can happen otherwise, and there goes your nursing license.

Feeding tubes are really not that difficult once you learn how to set up the feeding pump and stop/start the feeding. Bolus feedings can be a bit more tricky because you're using gravity to deliver the feeding and not the pump (i.e. you're standing there pouring the feeding into the tubing). Even attaching and detaching the tube from the port in the stomach isn't that bad (but it did take me a while to get comfortable with this), you just have to make sure the arrows on the mickey button (the port) and the tubing your connecting to the port match up.

As far as group homes go, I've not worked in one before but I could imagine it could be difficult depending on the acuity level of the residents living there. I don't think I would be comfortable being the only nurse on staff during a shift and having to manage all the direct care staff (CNA's, aides, etc.) and carry out my nursing duties for all the residents.

I worked for startups and as a private database admin.

Nope, I'm not even going there, not until clients pay their F!@#$%^&*(! bills.

It seems like I've only had bad jobs so far. Had quite some bad luck.

At a cult named The Crossroads Program located in St. Louis, 60 hours a week of labor, for $700 every 2 weeks. Far below minimum wage disregarding overtime. Group living, and 24/hr required reporting of actives and thoughts.

Jeeze, I can't believe this is already 2 pages! I've had two jobs before working at Culvers and I liked both of them better. The first one was only 3 weeks as it was part of a summer program- and the second lasted for four months before I returned to school.

The first one- I worked in a thrift shop, and put things away. The second one involved working in a place that was meant for people with Asperger's. Both of the jobs I worked about 4 hour shifts. (Same with the Fast Food Job)

I'm not saying the job was perfect. I had to stand around until day at the thrift shop and for EV, I had to work with things that made my hands all greasy. But I have to admit, compared to culvers. They were 100% better.

I don't need a "perfect job." I just need a "good enough job." one that isn't going to drive me to tears every Sunday night. I hope Accounting works out and isn't crazy stressful. (I suppose it might be turning Tax Season)

Feel free to keep telling me your nightmare jobs.

I used to work at a Co-Op when I was eighteen and it was awful lol ! I had a really horrible supervisor there called Stephen and he hated me from day one. I came down with a stomach bug on day five and threw up over him After that he made every shift there hell for me so I packed it in within two weeks.

My dream was to just have a job, now that I have one (albeit on a very tight leash), it has changed me mentally, when i first went in i was all enthusiastic and pumped up to get started (especially with excess amounts of caffeine in my system), i've dialled it down on the caffeine now and it seems my depression has hit me as if it had been bottled up without me knowing and has convinced me that I no longer want to work here because it has made me realise why my line of work has a high suicide rate, more people leaving than joining and in turn them needing to recruit more people every week or so.

Long story short my best hope for a job has turned into my worst job but it's the only job that I can cope with anxiety-wise.

I know this is a few months old but the one I have now. Everyone looks at me like I’m a freak . I can’t seem to do anything right regardless of what job I have though. I just dislike the majority of public. I’m new to these fourms but I can already relate to so many post here

All of the parents seem to aggorant pricks too. They look at me like I’m scum.

McDonalds. For three years. My aspie brain didn't comprehend I could quit even if my parent threatened me should I return home with out a job. But, it was awful as you might imagine a fast food job in '95.

I had two (after graduating college) actually:

A janitor job at a car dealership. My best friend works there as a salesman but the guy in charge has the business run not so great at times. Since he helped me get the job there, I complained non stop to myself all day and all night that I had to clean and see that I was no good at any other professional position outside of cleaning. There were messes there I had to be reminded constantly to clean up that I didn’t see, I wasn’t allowed to socialize with other co workers and I basically wasn’t utilizing the tasks associated with my degree. Some of the salesman sent me on food runs on the time off my break and gave me favors to do for them after work. Of course the executive food runs werent so bad but on top of all that, my personal life even interfered with my job as my other friends kept wanting to borrow my truck for housework which really killed me at their site. Thus I had no vehicle to return home with and have dinner/spend time with my family without have to waste money on eating out. Everyone was basically taking advantage of me. I gained twelve pounds at that job as a result of all the fast food offered to me over there and that I picked up on break. My job coach kept comin in to reassure me and wanting me to succeed and gave me jobs to apply to online but I failed to excel at interviews in order to get a job to leave the dealer that wanted to fire me. It took ridiculously about a year before I was able to leave that place and I lost one girlfriend three months after starting and gained another one within the year.

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I turned to a catering job. That job as some of you said about the restaurant industry was not for me and I left within a month. The banquet managers were all touch and go but the other servers and bartenders were really pushy wanting you to keep up with the pace and flow of work. A few had my back but the other people there were basically high school or college students still going for their education and didn’t get a moment to help you if you were basically sticking to your own area of work. One of the kids there I had to yell at to get off their phone and help me with cleaning the silverware (and I think he would’ve threatened to beat me as a result because of what I told him not to do). Another lady was rude and never had anything nice to say and even had to remind me when I messed up three orders at a few tables one Friday night at a wedding and I got the banquet supervisor yelled at three times. One bartender was even counting tips at the end of one of our night shifts and as I thought our tips were ready and distributed, I reached for my bit and he slapped his hand down on mine saying the tips had to be recounted for whatever I don’t know they miscounted on. The staff acted immature at times and I even had to give a co-worker a ride home every night I worked with him only because he didn’t have a car, had to Uber to work, and he paid for my meals after work but I never got the time to pay him back as I only knew him one month. The only banquet manager who knew me worked downtown as our catering company was based at two hotel restaurants and a riverside one. Since he was the only one aware of my disability I told him I put my two weeks in with my supervisor and since we felt close he was really going to miss me unlike the other servers/bartenders whom I know were not aware of my disability and didn’t care. The only people who had my back were the cooks and believe me, ive never worked a job with so little hours despite the $11 hourly wage.

I went back to my old job, at a retail store which sells holiday merchandise, as a result.

i think the worst job i've ever worked was the one i had at an amazon warehouse when i was about 24. it was so big and so easy to get lost there. i worked as a stow associate. for the uninitiated, stow at amazon involves using a little handheld computer to scan stuff into bins. the problem with this job is that the system would think the bins were full even when they weren't, which meant i would run all over the warehouse just trying to find the one bin that the system didn't think was empty.

i told my superiors that i'd rather kill myself than do this job. of course, this meant they called the cops and had me escorted off in an ambulance to the hospital. twice. to be fair, it's not that this didn't warrant concern from them, but having the cops called on me and being led off like i was a criminal was a little bit tough to take.