Stress? In this job?
Seroiusly, I get stressed by staffing shortages, people who come in to work only to collect a check, families that don't understand that Mom/Dad just can't do that (walk, talk, remember) anymore. Residents who think they still know what's going on and refuse the help that they really need. Backstabbing co-workers. Whiners. Management and their unrealistic ideas. But lest you think I really just hate my job, there's the happy stress of helping a resident regain an ADL that they were unable to do. Admitting a new friend to the floor. Being the one person that a dementia resident will let near them. Being the one person that a certain family member comes to all the time for help resolving a problem. Doctors who actually listen to what I have to say about things.