A lot of it has to do with the job and coworkers. My last job at a thriftstore was pretty cool, but there were moments where my anxiety shot through the roof. It was just a good setting, I started off in the back sorting through donations, with very little customer interaction. There would be times where I was forced on the register, and my anxiety would shoot through the roof, I hated that, no one really understood why, but I'm sure a lot of you understand. I moved on from there to working on the truck, picking up and dropping off furniture. From that responsibility, I was too busy lifting up heavy furniture, to really engage with people for a long period of time. Plus, it was a thrift store, most people donating things were pretty cool people, with the exceptional jerk that just wanted to donate junk because they saw us as more or less a dump service (no really, cat piss infested sofas, with holes in them, it happened a lot) Those were pretty stressful, because telling people "no" to their donations could result in them throwing a huge temper tantrum, demanding we take the furniture, and that someone out there would want it...
The job before that, was at a call center, which was actually pretty cool. A lot of the calls I received, I could resolve fairly quickly, I knew what I was doing, and my favorite part was, I could just escalate the call if things went beyond my capacity.. further, if the customer's were rude, we could just blacklist them. I liked that place, they actually cared about us and did not want us to deal with jerks. Of course, the company was owned by Europeans, who tend to be cool people
I started that job, using Paxil, which helped a lot. At the time, you could just order medication over the Internet, which I did, with no therapist involved. I don't think I could have done it without being medicated, after I became familiar with the work, I weaned myself off of the medication. Unfortunately, with the great recession I was laid off in 2008.
Before that, I worked as a night auditor/manager at a hotel. It was mostly just simple accounting work, with the occasional check in late at night. It could trigger anxiety, but mostly it was pretty straightforward work, I was more or less babysitting the hotel. I quit that job, after being robbed twice though, so there is that.. yeah..
There were a several jobs, a few of them were in kitchens, where you work incredibly fast paced, and never really interact with customers. I really liked those jobs, and anxiety was at a bare minimum there. Factory jobs were pretty much the same thing, but so damned boring, especially 12 hour shifts, doing the same repetitive action over and over again. I had one cool job making carpets, which required me to run around a few hundred spindles of wool, replacing them as they ran out. It was a sweet gig, and I liked the coworkers, I would work two 12 hour shifts and get paid for 30 hours of work.
I've also worked as a housekeeper at a nursing home, that was a really cool job. There were never any new people, most of the nurses were awesome, and the residents were old and just appreciated seeing another human being around. It was dirty work, but I liked it, I loved hanging out with the older people, they were really cool.
Then there are the jobs I didn't like, I never stayed with them for long. Fast food work, a few factories, temp work, etc. If my anxiety was through the roof, I wouldn't stay with them, and there were quite a few.
I find for certain jobs, the anxiety does soften, but it really depends on that environment. When I find a good one, I stick with it. I tend to try to work behind the scenes, dealing with as few people as possible, and not holding a position of authority . The pay is almost always lousy though.