In no particular order:
I hate folding laundry. I don't mind putting it in the washer, transferring to the drier, taking the clean laundry out of the dryer but I HATE folding it and putting it away. If I ever have "people", they can fluff, fold and put away.
I hate running errands. It's not like my time is precious because I'm oh-so busy during the day (Believe me, I'm anything BUT busy) but going to the bank, post office or getting gas for my car makes me grumble (or kvetch!).
I hate giving Lucy her insulin injections. It's not difficult, it doesn't hurt her but I hate it. I dunno why; I just do.
I hate paying bills. Doesn't matter if there's plenty of $$$ in the checking account, I hate sitting down and paying bills. It's depressing. Especially since our medical insurance is more than our monthly mortgage payment, which is SO wrong.
I hate picking up dog poop in the backyard (like anyone LIKES to do this). My dog, my chore.
I hate unloading the dishwasher. Shockingly, I don't mind loading it. See "Laundry" above.
So there ya go.