I need a sense of perspective on this but for background I have some mental health issues which i feel are under control at the moment and I've just returned to working after being off with depression/anxiety for over a year. We have moved to an area which is highly dependent on seasonal tourism and I have no friends here as such, only my husband.
I'm no longer doing the "high powered" job I used to have and found some work in a local cafe for 2/3 days per week. As soon as I started, on the first day, I was asked if I could work more days due to staff shortages which I agreed to. Alarm bells rang with my husband as being very tired can trigger a bit of a relapse but I said I could handle it as work physically tiring but not mentally if that makes sense. I've been there about 6 weeks now, working 5 days from 8am to 6pm, and I mostly like it, we have a laugh, everyone seemed friendly, it was good company for me and got me out of the house etc
Anyway, we have hit peak tourist season and we are BUSY and the whole atmosphere has changed. The manager is being an absolute bitch to me, nasty looks, snapping etc. When I challenged her I said if she had a problem with me we would discuss it but she says she hasn't. I put it down to stress on her part but yesterday was the worst. I caught her and another colleague twice appearing to be whispering about me, the manager was definitely pointing at my feet (i just wear trainers, nothing special just clean and comfy as I am on my feet in the kitchen all day); again was the snapping, offering all the colleagues a hot/cold drink except me; asking others again if they want their lunch before me (I start a good couple of hours before the others as I do all of the cooking, and when I first started was offered lunch break first) so now I don't get my "lunch" break until 3.30pm/4pm and have to get by with snacking on fruit I bring from home.
The worst thing was, and quite humiliating, the manager told me I had lost a piece of kitchen equipment and as I had last used it where was it? She claimed she had looked everywhere and it could only be in the bin so asked me to look there for it, I must have thrown it in, blah blah. I did a quick scan of the kitchen but couldn't see it so had to dig elbow deep in the bin for it on my knees (yucky sticky food waste bin and foul kitchen rubbish), I couldn't find it in there and told her. She then picked up a bowl off the draining board and "found" it under there, smirked at me and then laughed when I said I couldn't believe she had me rummaging in the bin for it. I literally had egg shell sticking to my arms and bits of bacon fat, it was horrible.
I just wanted to walk out and got a bit tearful but if I do we will find it very hard financially but I'm not sure I can manage this without breaking down again. I do have a tendency towards paranoia so I haven't mentioned it to my husband in case its that. I am dreading going back tomorrow but I need the social interaction if that makes sense.
AIBU to think I am being singled out and bullying is creeping in? Or am I fixating on the crap bits? I mentioned what had happened to the owner of the cafe when she called in but she and the manager are best friends and she thought it was funny too 