Not as an Aspie, but as a person waiting for their results: I spent my 14th and 15th summer's painting houses with my uncle. I hated the work but it wasn't because of anything that might have been symptom related because my uncle is incredibly understanding of my quirks. My 16th summer, I taught myself how to do graphic design and build websites and I built a website and designed brochures for a company owned by my aunt's roommate for great pay. At 17, I started my first legitimate job working at a warehouse. It was utterly atrocious. The whole place had this 'tough guy' attitude where you don't complain, even if you see something potentially incredibly dangerous and I didn't get along with the boss or any other employees. The times I had to deal with customers coming in for orders were ultra-frustrating and I quit before I could get fired. At 19, I decided to try something new; got a job working as a dishwasher at my college's cafe. At first, it was great; no interaction, just peacefully washing dishes on my own (once I got over the smell, that is; almost threw up the first day due to the strong food odors, bleh) until suddenly, management decided I looked decent and thus, needed to learn how to make coffee. They tried training me for that and when they realized I'm socially inept, they trained me as a cashier and when that failed just as miserably, I quit. I haven't been legitimately employed since. My favorite job of all time so far was spent two summers ago, when my Mom's Montessori hired me to do landscaping around the school. It was terrific; no set hours to abide by, no boss breathing down my neck and total peaceful isolation. Unfortunately, last summer, the Montessori's owner hired her own son, which is fine but irksome since I know I did exemplary work quickly and cheaply. Zero income since then, hey!