I hate work so much. Every second of it is agony because for me, any task no matter how enjoyable, can be ruined by forcing it into a schedule, monetizing it, or whatever else needs to be done to turn an action into a profession.
That said, I'm pretty sure if I actually had someone else that I cared enough about to work for I can accept most bad jobs. I have proof that this would help because it's worked for me before. Even the simple act of saying "Honey, I'm home" to someone I truly love everyday I come home from work would do wonders for my motivation. If my job is truly exasperating I'd probably also still be able to do it as long as I get to complain about it to someone. I think with these two things, any job could be bearable for me.
Of course these two things are practically impossible for me to hope for so I might as well forget it. I'm not even going to bother applying for unemployment anyway because I plan to die soon so what's the point?