A typical day depended largely on your shift, but too often those shifts would be multiples in a day, covering for anyone who called in sick or had other reasons, and it was not uncommon before the state made it illegal for trainers to work constantly throughout weeks and weekends, never leaving the house. My longest shift to this day was a full four days; my manager and all other training staff were off on their respective vacations, and I was not able to get anyone to come long enough for me to even go home and shower. I wound up sleeping when my clients slept, taking a sponge bath in the office, and keeping my hair up in a tight braid.
It was a job that I was proud to do, but I would not ever do it again. I learned good things, such as full care taking of individuals with severe mental defects and other problems, how to manage behavioral paperwork and medications. But the training was not complete enough to handle the more violent outbursts, and management oftentimes never answered the phones, despite consistent problems. My co-workers were good people, and I don't begrudge them their lives; I was not nearly as busy as they, and so the shifts weren't as bad to take, but they did get worse throughout the time I was there.
The only really enjoyable part of the job was when what training therapies we were allowed to administer worked, and rare though it was, it was a rather bright part of my time there.