Two years ago I started working for a large bookstore (that also has a huge card and gift section). It was /is still my dream job, I have the loveliest colleagues ever, the work is brilliant and I still pinch myself that I work with books and get to work around people, and we have lovely customers as well as staff plus I’m an author too (but make money so sporadically that it doesn’t really help the house- 4 kids, me and dh, who works in a very good job but not enough that we wouldn’t have to go back to a previous existence where pretty much everything was a luxury). Over the past five months two people have left, one who I helped out on gifts and we have been told they can’t be replaced so we’ve all shifted roles. I’m now solely over gifts and have come to realise how generally shit I am at ordering/merchandising/all of it really. Manager is supportive as is assistant manager so both jump in to help out a lot more than they had to when the other girl would sometimes do five times more on her own. I flounder daily and now everyone has started digging me out adding to their work. They’re all still positive, lovely etc, but with me being the weakest of a very good group of people I can tell they’re getting a bit tired. Now every time any of my friends talks about a shit day at work as a result of x person not being capable or dh says ‘oh for gods sake’ about a person in work that messed up I feel sick. I can’t leave my job as I’d never find another. I suppose I’m just looking for any form of … I don’t even know. Sorry.