Maybe I'm obsessing over it because I've been in such a funk. I'm frustrated at work because it feels like I'm spending half my time correcting work others screw up. I'm trying not to be a nag about it, but it's getting worse and we re-open in a month. I'm starting to think maybe I don't want to stay on since I'm only there because I love the library. Every shift feels like another reminder that I'm insanely overly qualified for the job I have, but there's no opportunity to move up because the lockdown screwed over staffing growth. Everybody has had to cut back.
It would be so much easier if I didn't care so much.