Yes, I would always get stuck riding in the very back of a minivan with regular pioneers who had return visits that lasted thirty minutes each. At the end of the morning, they would comment about how I didn't make any calls or place any literature. It made me feel like a loser and like I was wasting my time.
Another thing I hated was gravel driveways. I would ruin a new pair of shoes after only wearing them one time. They got all scraped up. What a waste of my time and resources field service was.
Dont get me started on the BEWARE OF DOGS signs.