Wow, you guys.

Well, 39 jobs. 37 years. Chronically underemployed. Smart and hard working, but could never get it together -- or keep it together -- enough to manage anything like a profession. (I didn't know I had BP the vast majority of this time, btw.)

Currently picture framer, mostly very repetative commercial work. No phone talking, no customer interaction. Very few co-workers (that I have absolutely nothing in common with). I rarely talk (and even if I do, I never look up). I have my own work space and work mostly independently. Occasional deadline stress, but it's about efficiency and moving faster, as opposed to having to think. I get flustered if there are too many different things coming at me, or if I can't work batches in grouped steps (I don't know how to describe this, but basically it's about minimizing the number of tools needed at any given time -- to avoid "where-the-hell-did-that-go?!" every 5 seconds.

These are good things, and still I had to go down to half time. And still it can really get to me and flip me out. There's no way I could do other jobs I've had in the past anymore (not just mentally, but physically.)

Finances are a nightmare. It's a damned if I do, damned if I don't situation workwise.