A large proportion of my career was busy frontline work with the NHS, and then later on a frantic admin role. I am supposed to be on a team of six currently, which has been a team of three for quite a while and as of this morning, two people have just handed in their notice.
I am exhausted. In my bones, I am so tired.
I just want to work in a tiny cute bookshop on the top of the hill that gets no foot traffic. The owner is a rich benefactor and therefore doesn't complain about sales at all and pays his staff very well, and to ensure that the local college kids have meaningful work experience, they get to run the shop at weekends. They do it very well because it's a bit of an honour to get chosen, so when you come in on Monday, everything is as it should be.
During the week, the shop closes slightly early on a Wednesday and Friday (And during high summer doesn't open on Wednesday - but you still get paid). It has a tiny coffee /tea area with a comfy sofa at the back. The tea and coffee area is stocked by the local patisserie, and the delicious sugar-free and low-calorie cakes are provided by the local ladies, who arrive red-cheeked and smiley from a shop across the road every morning. It fills the space with the smell of rich coffee and sweet bakewell tarts.
The rich benefactor likes to do the ordering books and enjoys un boxing and arranging them, so you don't even have to do that . Your job is just to man the front desk, read the books you fancy and smile at people when they come in (which is very rare).
Sigh.