At my place of employment, my official titles are Branch Operations Manager and Safety Coordinator, both of which are demanding jobs at a branch that averages around $4.5 million in gross sales per month with only 12 onsite employees…there are also quite a few outside salespeople and estimators. I am also the person that usually does all of the more complicated credits and price adjustments in our system and help others when they run into a problem. I do receiving. I help prepare quotes for city bids, fill out and notarize all of the required documents and then submit them. I print out bid documents and plans for salesmen. I am the branch I.T. and phone systems person. I handle the mail and make sure that any vendor invoices that we receive here make it to the correct person at our corporate office. I handle the freight billings. I order office, warehouse, and safety supplies and equipment. I deal with contractors that are doing work here at our branch. I monitor the cameras that are EVERYWHERE. If there is an accident and/or injury, I fill out all of the forms and take the person involved down for a drug and alcohol screening. I help answer phones. I deal with people that are applying for jobs. I do branch payroll and keep track of vacations, sick days, bereavement days, jury duty, etc… Basically, I am a jill of all trades. I will have been here for 16 years in November. It is a crazy, sometimes infuriating and frustrating, insanity-inducing, soul and spirit sucking job. I would rather be doing accounting…which is what I was educated and trained to do and did for over 26 years before I ended up here. I have been A/R, A/P, full-charge, accounting services manager, assistant to the CFO, assistant controller and controller for manufacturing, wholesale, I.T. start-ups, utilities construction, hospitality management, hotel construction, and retail companies. I love accounting. But, I will be 59 at the end of the month. I honestly don’t want to lose my almost decent salary and insurance, 3 weeks of vacation, 5 days of sick time, and 1 personal holiday in addition to the actual holidays that I’m paid for. I have a lot of autonomy and I can come and go pretty much as I please. It’s a 10-minute drive from my house on back roads, and I get to wear jeans and tennis shoes. But I go home completely drained every single evening. So, it’s a catch-22…I’m not happy here but I don’t want to go somewhere for less pay, start at the bottom, etc… So I feel completely stuck and I hate it. That is why I have to really make myself work on my writing/publishing dream. I can’t live like this. I have already given up any hope of retiring and that was before the age of Trump…don’t get me started! Well, I have to get out of here before I scream and/or hurt someone. Sorry for the pity party but sometimes you just have to let it out. I know I’m not the only person in this position so maybe we can commiserate. *HUGS*
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Wow, it sounds like you do the work of at least five people. It does sound like a catch 22 though. Does taking some time off for yourself help your mind and body calm or does it mean even more drama and chaos when you return? I hope you can find some time for clarity as to what is better for you. Hugs.
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Sometimes a leap of faith will take you a long way. I could not survive in your environment.