Agony at work,

[Alrin]

Sigh. Double Sigh.

I hate my job. Actually no, I loathe the person I am forced to work with.
In September I applied for a job, because being unemployed and still living in a small apartment with your spouse is no holiday. The job was a helper position ( I am not sure of the english title ) where my task was to help a disabled man in his everyday life.
Ok, so I am not exactly trained for this. I am a computer support person, but this was the only thing available in the vicinity. Anyway the job was fairly simple. Help him do his daily things, go exercise, go riding and help him cook, feed his snakes etc. Basic, run-of-the-mill stuff. Also, I am usually very good with people. Easy to talk to and so on. I get along with pretty much everyone.

He has a physical handicap and also brain-damage from a car accident he was in when he was 18 years old.
Sounds fine? It does, doesn't it? Well it's not.
Prior to his accident he was a complete jackass. He was a hooligan, alcoholic and basically a thug. He got "kicks" from going out on the town and beating people to a pulp with those knucklebrass things you have on your hands.

Whenever he is with me (alone) at home or at the exercise he continues to spew forth verbal vomit on me. Its accusations of theft, its bullying about x attribute he decides to pick on that day. It is constant nagging "Is it done yet?" and he is always.. ALWAYS reminding me that I am his slave and he can order me around to do anything he wants. I have tried to speak to my boss, but all I get back is "well, he has brain damage - you have to be more understanding."
Understanding?! He verbally abuses me nonstop every day of the week that I work there! He keep coming up with nonsense tasks for me to do so that I miss my ride home ( I travel by bus ).

Last week alone I worked a Sunday. I was THREE hours late home because I missed the bus. And why? Did he trip and slash the aorta and was forced to rush to the hospital. No. Did he crack his skull open on the table edge? ... Unfortunately no.

He. Was. Combing. His. God. Damn. Hair. FOR FORTY MINUTES!
"You are an idiot if you dont understand its important to get the hair done properly."
Exact words. And why was I forced to sit and watch this man comb his hair?
Because.. <drumroll> I had to make sure he got it right.

*winces painfully* I know. He has brain-damage, right? Right. And he knows how to annoy me. And he had the nerve to sit and smile and laugh at me when he noticed I was in a hurry to get to the bus. He takes actual pleasure of screwing up my day. He calls me at home on the days I don't work, making sure I dont get to relax any. I vomit daily before I go to work now. I have never been this sick before. Physically or mentally.

Here's the kicker though. I can easily quit my job. I can do it right this very moment. No questions asked. However... if I do.. the economic situation will turn grim again. My wife works only part-time and the support I would get if unemployed will be enough only for the extreme necessities in life. Rent, food, bills and thats it.

So my question to you guys is this: ( and you are not the only ones I asked )
Is it worth feeling like crap and having these totally absurd working condition BUT having some money to spend on other material items.. OR.. quit the job, start to relax a bit and start feeling better BUT not have as much money anymore. Atleast until I get a new job?

Right now, the only vent I have for this is playing WoW. I do not want to burden my wife too much so I only talk to her about this when it's extra hard.
After a really bastard-like day I usually blow off some rage at Counter Strike:Source.

Thoughts? Anyone been in this/a similar position?

Regards, a troubled Alrin.

ps: Oh and sorry for the long read, but such is the nature of venting posts.