I feel ungrateful. (kinda long)

We moved here two years ago, and I have busted my ass for those two years to find a job. I finally landed one. I'll have been at this place for a month pretty soon.

I enjoy the tasks. I enjoy how fast the day goes by (though there are days that do drag on--usually when the weather is crappy). I even enjoy the customers I deal with both in person and on the phone.

I cannot stand my boss and her son. My boss would be considered a senior citizen, and her son is probably old enough to be my dad. The other two staff members are pretty cool and I don't mind them.

But this lady and her son. ARGH. The son doesn't do ANYTHING unless you force him to (or his mom asks). My boss doesn't do anything about her son not doing anything. Apparently, it's perfectly acceptable for him to sit in his office from 9-11ish until his mom comes in and do nothing but chat online with some woman. As soon as his mom/my boss comes in he's out the door and you don't see or hear from him for the rest of the day.

This leaves myself and the other two to pick up all his slack. My boss has a full plate of her own -- managing three branches of her business plus her own customer base (generally also older people who insist on being seen by her for the simplest things).

I feel like I am being talked down to constantly, especially by the son. I feel like any questions or concerns I have go in one ear and out the other -- by both my boss and her son. I haven't been trained how to do half the things I'm expected to do, which makes customers impatient because I have to figure all this out on my own.

My husband is thrilled that we're now a DINK family. And I admit, it is nice to not have to worry as much about money and bills. I enjoy seeing him happy.

But I come home from work 4 out of 5 days a week stressed, crabby, and exhausted from all of this. I snap at my husband and my dog. I'm no fun to be around anymore. My depression has gotten worse -- all I want to do after work and on weekends is sleep. I don't want to hang out with friends or my husband. Just sleep.

Yet as miserable as I am, I feel ungrateful. I have a job when the overwhelming amount of unemployed people in my county would kill to have the opportunity I have. They'd take the stress, the poor management and training, and the BS without complaint just to feed their families or keep a roof over their heads. I feel guilty for having a job and being ungrateful when they would be grateful just for the interview.