We had the one special snowflake type. She was friends with the one girl who will actually make something with her life (she's got a lot of the millennial attitude, but she actually does know how to work and wants to do a good job) which is how special snowflake got the job.
Special snowflake was so skinny she was practically emaciated and she had no muscle mass at all. Supposedly one of her goals was to gain some weight and muscle mass while working with us, which should have been fairly easy. She never gained an ounce. She was timid to the point of obnoxious, she would spend obscene amounts of time in the bathroom where we later learned she was throwing up. According to her and her mother (yes, her mother, who for some unknown reason needed to interject herself into her adult daughters professional life) the throwing up was a normal anxiety thing and special snowflake did not need therapy for an anxiety disorder. Special snowflake went home sick on a regular basis, but would come in the next day talking about her and her father had gone to the movies.
The best was that special snowflake was afraid of me and her mother complained to my boss, asking that special snowflake not be scheduled to work with me. Mother of special snowflake also wanted my boss to chastise me for being so "mean". My boss pointed out that special snowflake was 10 times more productive when working with me, probably because she was too scared of me to pull her special snowflake BS when I was around. Boss gave me the green light to continue being "mean" to special snowflake.
Special snowflake finally quit by means of a hand written, in pencil, "resignation" letter on notebook paper... This part still boggles the mind. Who the *expletive deleted*ck writes a resignation letter for a menial job at small business? and if you're going to write it, at least do something more polished and professional than a scribbled pencil mess on notebook paper.
and did I mention she was scared of big dogs?
Of all the millennials I've worked with so far, she was by far the worst. The rest... well, the biggest problem has always been the damn cell phones. Even the functional one gave me cause to want to chuck the cell phone in with teething puppies a few times.