I didn't think I would ever be posting here. Although I agree with all that goes on in this subreddit, for the past year or so I have entirely loved my job. Rises and falls as with most things but I genuinely have passion for what I do.
Last week on Friday (the transfer going into action Sunday) they told me I was being transferred away from my home store which I had spent so long crafting and learning and making perfect (OCD wouldn't let me have it any other way.) And moved to the one store in the area that afrer covering their once I swore I would never return. It's just too high pressure of a store for someone with anxiety such as myself. Not enough staff, worst neighborhood, rude customers, and busy busy busy.
I begged and pleaded for them to move me back. After threatening to quit, they agreed to put me back where I belong. But I have to make it through this week. Since the schedule was already written. After one day there of giving my honest college try…I felt gross and like I was doing everything wrong. We had too many sales for me ever to catch up in addition the person I was swapped with cared not for her job and left the space a mess so I had to clean up all of that. And she is working in my perfectly laid out space.
My mental health is lower than low. Been fighting to talk to my psychiatrist. I don't want to lose this job, but I don't think I can go there another day.