I'm not too sure what I'm trying to say in all of this, so if it comes out in an incoherant babble, just carry on! Or just carry on anyway since this is all just a self-indulgent ranty-type thing. 
I've been a supervisor at work now for 16 months, and whilst the job has one or two perks, generally, it's been a massive pain in the arse. I work in a supermarket, where the work ethic is to squeeze the last drop of work out of employees with the least possible pay. I get shot at from all directions, which I understand is fair enough, I'm running a department at the end of the day.
The thing is I kind of fell into the job when my supervisor stepped down 16 months ago. I was always happy being a step below her - I had her back, and helped out as much as I could, without being totally responsible for anything. Being in a secondary role is where I excelled. Moving up the ladder, I thought back then, would be a good learning experience, especially because I suffer from anxiety. I thought it would develop my skills with staff and management, and make me more competant as a person in general!
I'm totally crap though. I do well when it comes to writing rotas, training staff and doing paperwork. When it comes to dealing with managment though I always buckle, and have never had a good working relationship with them. If a manager comes and complains about something hasn't been done, I often find I can't speak properly, or at all, and just kind of take whatever they say onboard. I can never stick up for myself, or the department, and in general I feel very negative about the job. I never take being a supervisor seriously anymore; it definately feels like 'us' (the department) vs. 'them' (the management) at the moment.
The past few months have been quite hard. I had massive energy bills after Christmas, leaving me quite broke. This managed to coincide with some total shitness that I'd never experienced in a job till now. We had a girl transferred onto our department because she was dating her supervisor on her old department. They had to be split up because the supervisor was giving her girlfriend special treatment - they took holidays together, leaving the department in a mess, and would work late/early shifts together.
These two are very good friends with my line manager. A couple of weeks into this girl being put on my department, she asks for a day off, just two days before the actual day she asked for. I'd looked into it but letting her have it off would mess my department up that day, so I said no. She then goes to her friend, the line manager, out of work, saying how she can't get this day off. Next morning, the line manager calls me to her office, asking me to sort her shift out! I end up doing it, she has her day off (to get a fucking tattoo!), the department ends up fucked. Yet it was me that got it in the fucking neck from the deputy manager.
Bullshit. And what do I do? Besides get upset and say nothing? Seriously, I'm a total dipshit. How have I let myself get into a position where I'm getting myself into shit that I can't deal with? And ever since this whole thing happened, the line manager's attitude towards me has changed. I've found working there really upsetting, and my anxiety about the job now comes home with me. I spend various amounts of time worried about things at work, and my time leading up to before I go to bed is also anxious. I struggle getting off to sleep sometimes, often obsessing about health and death - which links back to when I've been depressed.
Luckily for me, my situation has changed. I've had a tax rebate, so I can pay off a loan that was soaking up money every month. I'm in a position now where I can step down from being a punching bag, and go back to being a lower-level pleb, and afford to stay alive. It really is good timing because like I say, for months I've been struggling. On Thursday I'm back in work and I plan to talk to personnel and management. I'm doing it for my health, and I hope it will give me a kick up the arse and make me take better care of myself at home with less crap to worry about. I don't eat properly, and my social life is pretty low-key.
I've struggled with depression and anxiety to varying degrees for years now. I've been on and off anti-depressants throughout life. I was most recently on them for nearly a year, which was about six or seven months ago now. I think generally depression rears its head if something negative happens, whereas anxiety is something I've struggled with since I was very young. It's something I've always had, and is something I'm used to having.
I thought I'd pop into the doctors today to try and start sorting myself out (this usually happens once a year, so it must be that time again!). I'm back on tablets again, and I'm seeing the cognetive-behaviour therapist who I've seen before. The doctor I saw gave me some 'great' advice - chill out and stop thinking about work. Why didn't I think of that?
I just hope I'm a bit more useful in therapy this time. Usually I just like to wallow in self-pity, but a change in job role might shake me up a bit.
So that's it really. Anxiety is bad, and makes you feel bad in social situations (I had a meeting the other day in which I felt so embarressed and stupid, I just couldn't talk properly), yet it's taken me years to actually see the negative effect it has on my life. I'm just so used to the way I am that it's taken me a while to see things properly.
Thanks for reading, if you have. Comments, pity, laughter, whatever.

I've been a supervisor at work now for 16 months, and whilst the job has one or two perks, generally, it's been a massive pain in the arse. I work in a supermarket, where the work ethic is to squeeze the last drop of work out of employees with the least possible pay. I get shot at from all directions, which I understand is fair enough, I'm running a department at the end of the day.
The thing is I kind of fell into the job when my supervisor stepped down 16 months ago. I was always happy being a step below her - I had her back, and helped out as much as I could, without being totally responsible for anything. Being in a secondary role is where I excelled. Moving up the ladder, I thought back then, would be a good learning experience, especially because I suffer from anxiety. I thought it would develop my skills with staff and management, and make me more competant as a person in general!
I'm totally crap though. I do well when it comes to writing rotas, training staff and doing paperwork. When it comes to dealing with managment though I always buckle, and have never had a good working relationship with them. If a manager comes and complains about something hasn't been done, I often find I can't speak properly, or at all, and just kind of take whatever they say onboard. I can never stick up for myself, or the department, and in general I feel very negative about the job. I never take being a supervisor seriously anymore; it definately feels like 'us' (the department) vs. 'them' (the management) at the moment.
The past few months have been quite hard. I had massive energy bills after Christmas, leaving me quite broke. This managed to coincide with some total shitness that I'd never experienced in a job till now. We had a girl transferred onto our department because she was dating her supervisor on her old department. They had to be split up because the supervisor was giving her girlfriend special treatment - they took holidays together, leaving the department in a mess, and would work late/early shifts together.
These two are very good friends with my line manager. A couple of weeks into this girl being put on my department, she asks for a day off, just two days before the actual day she asked for. I'd looked into it but letting her have it off would mess my department up that day, so I said no. She then goes to her friend, the line manager, out of work, saying how she can't get this day off. Next morning, the line manager calls me to her office, asking me to sort her shift out! I end up doing it, she has her day off (to get a fucking tattoo!), the department ends up fucked. Yet it was me that got it in the fucking neck from the deputy manager.
Bullshit. And what do I do? Besides get upset and say nothing? Seriously, I'm a total dipshit. How have I let myself get into a position where I'm getting myself into shit that I can't deal with? And ever since this whole thing happened, the line manager's attitude towards me has changed. I've found working there really upsetting, and my anxiety about the job now comes home with me. I spend various amounts of time worried about things at work, and my time leading up to before I go to bed is also anxious. I struggle getting off to sleep sometimes, often obsessing about health and death - which links back to when I've been depressed.
Luckily for me, my situation has changed. I've had a tax rebate, so I can pay off a loan that was soaking up money every month. I'm in a position now where I can step down from being a punching bag, and go back to being a lower-level pleb, and afford to stay alive. It really is good timing because like I say, for months I've been struggling. On Thursday I'm back in work and I plan to talk to personnel and management. I'm doing it for my health, and I hope it will give me a kick up the arse and make me take better care of myself at home with less crap to worry about. I don't eat properly, and my social life is pretty low-key.
I've struggled with depression and anxiety to varying degrees for years now. I've been on and off anti-depressants throughout life. I was most recently on them for nearly a year, which was about six or seven months ago now. I think generally depression rears its head if something negative happens, whereas anxiety is something I've struggled with since I was very young. It's something I've always had, and is something I'm used to having.
I thought I'd pop into the doctors today to try and start sorting myself out (this usually happens once a year, so it must be that time again!). I'm back on tablets again, and I'm seeing the cognetive-behaviour therapist who I've seen before. The doctor I saw gave me some 'great' advice - chill out and stop thinking about work. Why didn't I think of that?

So that's it really. Anxiety is bad, and makes you feel bad in social situations (I had a meeting the other day in which I felt so embarressed and stupid, I just couldn't talk properly), yet it's taken me years to actually see the negative effect it has on my life. I'm just so used to the way I am that it's taken me a while to see things properly.
Thanks for reading, if you have. Comments, pity, laughter, whatever.
