I'm so happy to join on this discussion! lol
I hate my job because I work for a family-owned and operated business, with the problem being that I am not a family member. The only other worker who
is not family is a 74 year old woman with dementia. So if the work is hard or tedious and the family doesn't want to do it (and we are talking about
a big group of lazy) they give the job to me. They don't want to make the 74 year old work hard, which is understandable, so they give a lot of her
work to me, too.
The 74 year old is a very sweet person, but honestly it is time for her to retire. Working with her means I have to do my work and hers because she
usually forgets to do hers. There have been times when she shows up at night, thinking it is morning, just to let you know what I am dealing with.
When she forgets to do her work, I get in trouble because I know how she is and I should be checking up on her. Between trying to remind her where she
is, what she is doing, and trying to keep her from going into the wrong rooms, it honestly feels like I am babysitting a 150 pound child.
All of that on top of the lazy family I mentioned.
They give me their jobs to do and act like they are doing me a favor. "I know you need the
hours, so you can do my work." I'm surprised I haven't been fired yet, because that is where I draw the line. Do your own work, I've got my own to
worry about. So I just tell them "no, I won't" and walk away.
And the elderly woman makes $2 more an hour than I do.
I'm a full time student and work two other jobs about three times a week. I'm burned out and fed up.
I started the daycare when my own kids were still at home, and now that they're in school full time I feel
like there's no more need for me to be at home. Also, my original kids have all gone now...moved to other places, or old enough to stay home on
their own now. The new ones I have here are all pretty much out of control to put it in a nutshell. Most of them have no consistency with their
rewards, punishments, and rules, so their kids come here thinking it will be the same. And then I'm the big mean lady that won't let them jump from
the sofa to the coffee table, or hit someone over the head with a truck! Makes for a very long day constantly reprimanding someone. 
hotel in downtown Detroit whose main clientel are men that are only here to cheat on their wives with prostitutes and or bar gals.
The rooms look like hell, and the rates are way too high, the hookers complain about the prices and try to negotiate lower hourly rates. 
