Stacked deck

Sometimes I just feel like the proverbial deck is stacked against me...
Work.....seems like everyday something is added that I have to do in my 3 hours in the kitchen. (Who am I? Cinderella?)The most recent....remove the "fuzzies" on the dish drain with tweezers. Also, found out recently that someone I really liked and respected in my company was fired. Makes me seriously reconsider what I am doing working here.
Work related is the pressure I seem to get regarding jobs. Hubby seems to think I should get an office job because it is easier on my body than a childcare job. 1) well my computer skills and office experience are becoming "dated" and I don't know if I could keep up with the fast pace of an office. 2) I can't have children, hubby doesn't want children so how else am I suppose to get my kid "fix"? Sister-in-law says I should get a job with benefits so that we can eventually "go somewhere". But she is in wonderland when it comes to the land of fibro! What's next?
Have to go to my "kitchen duty" later today and I'm praying there isn't a lot of food prep there to do since my hands already hurt and that is a guarenteed way to make them hurt more. No only that but I'm going to have to wear kitchen gloves today while I'm working since I was taking care of a cat and she gouged a scratch into my palm. Ironically her name is "Precious". Moore later - Genny