My quality of life and health became so much better when I quit my last job. I used to work in a warehouse that distributed industrial parts and machinery. My job was to take products from totes on a conveyor and package them for delivery. The warehouse had little ventilation, no AC (we had personal fans at least) or heat, and dim lights. Most work stations had an LED light strip on the desk to illuminate the work space, but mine did not. My supervisor was a very imposing man who loved to critique my productivity. He would come up unannounced behind me and simply start telling me about how I wasn't working fast enough or critiquing some other small detail. The minimum number of orders a worker was expected to process an hour was 70. So I was expected to package individual orders or parts of an order in less than 10 seconds. This was well-nigh impossible for me, as many of my orders consisted of hand-counting or measuring hundreds of small parts. No matter how hard I tried, I could never get the required rate.
Another issue was that many of these parts were coated in mechanical grease to prevent rust. Employees were only given cotton work gloves that had nitrile on the palms and bottoms of fingers. By the end of the shift, my hands were coated in the nasty, thick, smelly grease. I developed an allergy to it, which added to my already discomfort. Also, due to the stress of the face-paced, loud, uncomfortable workplace, my anxiety levels were off the chart, causing me to even have nightmares about working there even months after I finally quit. Also, for as awful as the job was, it had horrible pay. I made less than $12 an hour working there, even after a “raise”.