We often get to read about people hating their work. I love mine, mostly. I work as a research assistant, so basically, I help people smarter than me (neuroscientists) to create more knowledge. I recruit participants, set up their appointments, run the tests, report bugs, and so on.
No one has ever been nasty as such. It’s just that I recruit from the available student population, most of whom are advanced in the path of becoming clinical psychologists.
One insisted that he cannot follow instructions because he’s got a doctor’s note saying he cannot concentrate, and it gets him extra time in exams. Okay, this is a concentration task, and you knew that, so why did you sign up?
Another tells me she cannot see without her glasses, and I’m discriminating by asking her to not wear them. Normally, we’re super-sensitive and a safer space, but it said in the ad that there would be electrodes near the eyes, and those do not permit glasses. Why did you sign up?
My favorite insisted that I should give her ten times the normal compensation because she has ESP (extra-sensory powers). Girl, if you do, you do not want my little test; you’ll be published in Nature magazine.
Another aggressively demanded that I explain to him what exactly constitutes human consciousness. If I knew, I would not be working as an electrode washer.
With yet another recruit, I started getting really weird data, so I went to check. The participant had stopped performing the task entirely and was messing with his phone — which messes up all the sensitive equipment — on the grounds that he “did not want to and I couldn’t make him”. Indeed I couldn’t, which is why it says on the contract, “Participation is fully voluntary; you may leave at any time.” No need to mess up my lab!
One of my colleagues had a hungover subject throw up on the equipment. (Again, you’re not there by force.)
Otherwise, there’s been nothing egregious, and I’m sure customers are way worse. But these people are your future degree-having clinical psychologists. If your therapist says you’re insane, get a second opinion. It may be them.