Ahh, my first job was alright. I worked in a college cafeteria. Towards the end of my 8 month employment with them, my boss would yell at me too much (and not yell at the other employees who would be high at work, start FIGHTS at work, scream, break things like 5 year olds). I ended up having an ankle surgery and had to quit one day because I was stressed and not done with physical therapy so it hurt to walk on it really bad. Next, I worked as a janitor for a nursing home for 2 months. They wouldn't let you have more than 30 hours a week, but I could barely even do that anyways. My foot was in so much pain (still haven't finished physical therapy...) and I would literally cry due to the pain. I hated it because people gossiped too much, I had only a very limited time to clean all of these rooms (which let me tell you...NO one gets done). And then when you don't get it done, you are in trouble. I was also on one of the worst floors no one would take. Nurses would try and hide gloves and then try and get you fired if they found it and you didn't pick it up... I left and gave them a weeks notice and my boss yelled at me for not giving her a 3 weeks notice and I said oh well. Third job...oh god. I'm a caregiver and the agency I work for doesn't pay me minimum wage like they are supposed to. I deal with a lot of racist, bitter, mean old people. I have been punched, kicked, had my clothes torn, and broke down at work. I hurt my forearms at work because a daughter in law expected me to take her 250+ pound mother in law down a very steep ramp alone and we both almost fell. Even worse, is I do "live-in" work...where you live with your client for days at a time and cannot leave and get no sleep. I'm quitting that job. The good news is due to my mental diagnosises, I can go to college for free. But only after I'm 24. Because my family won't help me, and they make WAY too much money for financial aid. And even though I have been on my own since I was 18, they still consider your parents income unless you are married, have a baby, or were in foster care. My only hope is to somehow prove it's bad for me to talk to my mother emotionally (which I can) but that might be too stressful. So, for now, I am unemployed again. I'm thinking about just trying to get a job at walmart or something because honestly, after my last jobs, it's probably a walk in the park. And I'd get to meet people and be social! But, unfortunately, it's hard to even get THAT job in Los Angeles. They want you to have 1-3 years of experience....for a cashier job. I mean, my god.....hah!
