I've been in my current accounts job for almost four years and am coming home depressed every single day. At almost 59 years old I'm thinking life is too short for this.
The work load and bombardment of emails is relentless. Most nights I'm leaving half an hour late. Every month end there's bickering and we're losing our shit with each other. The commute home takes twice as long as it should due to sitting in stationery traffic.
I started this job during lockdown and my dad died of covid when I was a month into the job. As I was new I took the bare minimum off and soldiered on.
There's no capacity to reduce my hours as the job is too busy. The salary is OK and the holiday allowance is good at 5 weeks plus bank holidays. I'm almost 59, mortgage free and we could survive on my husband's wage. I've some savings which would tie me over for a couple of months too.
Husband says I can give up for a while if I want to. The house needs a deep clean, decluttering and a few jobs to be done, none of which we seem to find the time for.
I feel guilty though. Why should I be the lucky one who gets to give up work and potter about the house getting stuff done? Earning the money should be a joint effort. Other people have to put up with a lot worse at work than me, I need to pull up my big girl pants and get on with it, but another 8 years of this slog fills me with dread.
I feel like taking a couple of months off to recharge, sort the house and then look for maybe a part time job. I feel like I want to disassociate with this workplace as in my mind it's always associated with the dark period of covid and losing my dad. My poor 80 year old mum is as fit as a fiddle physically but is mentally very fragile. She's never got over it, has very high anxiety and is very needy. Counselling has not worked and I don't think it ever will.
Shall I just bite the bullet and give up for a while? All I want is a nice part time job, with less aggro at month end. This would give me more time to visit my mum and take care of the housework while dh brings home the bacon. Note, he does his fair share around the house but he's getting tired too at 60 & is on tablets for high blood pressure.
There seems to be a shortage of good accounts staff but I'm still scared of not finding a decent enough job due to my age. It's against the law but age discrimination is still out there.
Sorry for such a long post, I had to get it all off my chest!