I work in a deli/bakery of a small town grocery store. In a way, it's about as ideal a job as I am going to get within the store. I can go into the back room and do dishes or bread chicken for an hour or two at a time. However, the multitasking involved make it absolute HELL for me. There have been times when I've had panic/anxiety attacks ona daily or more basis, and then I can hardly function, and there is so much time pressure in this job!! ! <eeeeek!> I can handle the customers because there is a tall glass case as a barrier between them and myself. Occasionally one of them steps into the bakery and I sort of flip out internally. My coworkers have learned <b>not</b> to touch me, and that I need a wide "bubble" of space around me.
It could definitely be worse.
On the other hand, I feel so lost....none of my coworkers are intellectual. On their breaks, they read the daily shockers with ten headed alien babies and which star is screwing whom, and they talk about the next party or who's dating whom, and who got pregnant, etc etc. <b>BORING</B>! !! I have enough intelligence to be doing far more than I am, and I'm an artist, but the only creative thing I get to do here is to decorate a cake once or twice a week. I look forward to those cakes all week long....and then when I make one, I have to constantly stop in the middle of things to wait on customers or pick up someone else's half of the job that they started and then just left! They boss me around, even the employees who have less seniority than I do, mainly because I don't know how to assert myself without going overboard, and I'm tired of being reprimanded for going overboard, so now I just tune them out and ignore them.
I think what bothers me the most lately is that my hip joints, after five kids, years of heavy manual labor and low nutrition, are shot. They burn and hurt for hours at a time, and I cannot go home even if I am limping around. A buzzer goes off and they want me to trot right over there and pull the basket up out of the fryer, even though they're only a few steps away from it. Other employees call in sick and are caught partying the same day...and don't get fired...but if I'm in a lot of pain, I just have to stay there. There's a lot of lifting of 40 pound boxes and objects. Heavy lifting *kills* my hips, but I have to do it anyway. I don't want to keep abusing my body until I can hardly walk at all. It doesn't pay enough to be worth it.