The Summer of My Discontent...

If you haven't already seen rather clearly, I hate my job. Its not a bad job, and in this putrid economy where work is so scarce people would cheerfully take a job for Mr. Scrooge just to HAVE a job, I'm grateful to have work that pays me enough to take care of myself and my son, in respectable if slightly upscale garage sale fashion. What bothers me is the expectation that when times are bad, "we're all in it together" and take paycuts and angst over clients who don't pay their bills or the heating expense or whatever. But when times are good and the money starts rolling in, suddenly we're back to "management" and "staff." All two of us.

But its more than that. I hate having to cater to the whims of my boss and her petty, tight-fisted and mean-spirited ways. I hate having to call and harangue clients whom she doesn't like, while other clients she considers "worthy" get a pass.