Basically, it was all non-gratifying. If they found out that I did enjoy a particular person or family, they were quick to yank it away from me.
I did not enjoy any of the "privileges". Handling the mics? Too many rules, and none were based on reality (like having to point the damn things down when they were on poles, so they would hit the chairs and fall out). Prayer? I hated it: I wanted to have no one home, and no one interested; not having a long call with a recruit and baptism at each door. Talks? I wish I could have put apostate material into them. The field misery? Tiring. It takes too much out of you. Too many rules about every movement and dressing. Collar button done up in hot weather. Not being able to go in on time because of that "famous last call". And always being expected to do ever more. Going to meetings? I wished for a blizzard. The a$$emblies? All men--no chance to meet any of the sisters (not that any of them wanted me to). Magazine duty? I wanted them to not come in, except then the next meeting I would get double (but at least I would get rid of them in one batch).
Nor did I enjoy cleaning (having to stay later). I often got stuck cleaning the a$$embly Hell, and it sucked being among the last ones out of there. I never showed up for cleaning of the Kingdumb Hell. This is just a plain waste of time to do any maintenance or cleaning of these structures.
I didn't even enjoy reading the Bible! And when I did, I would read a bunch of scriptures in context, when they brought us to one scripture I would keep going past the assigned material (but I didn't like reading it in the context that they wanted it read in). The Puketower and Asleep? Those were often confusing, as they get into different classes, subclasses, agreements, deals, and different terms with no meaningful differences for the same group of people. Some were easy enough to follow but full of specious logic and outright lies (staying single--I am glad I blew that study off). And the Asleep? Very biased. The world is horrible and getting ever worse, and the scientists that are trying so desperately to solve man's problems are evil, wicked people for not letting Jehovah dawdle while man gets ever worse off.
I think I would rather have a root canal than go back to that horrible routine of meeting/service. At least the root canal only hurts once.