I have to bitch. Grrrr... So last night I come strolling into work around 7. I sign in go to the back get dressed and go out to get my ticket from the manager. I walk into the office and first thing I start getting the bitch fest. I consider myself to be self employed. The manager starts going on about how I haven't been there bla bla. So I reply with the "Well, I'm self employed. I don't get paid an hourly wage here." Then the tell me it was like I was an actress. I give them the days I want to work. Well, if I was an actress they would pay me! I pay to freaking work there. I also said I've never signed a contract. That did it. They told me to go home. Wow go home on a Sunday. I'm so hurt. I think they sent me home because I almost strated some brain activity with the other girls in the office. Who have no clue about the definition of an employee or a self contractor. I hate that club. I'm sorry if I'm a full time mother and student. I'm also sorry I can't be a cool manager . And, I'm also just so sad that I have an IQ over 70(unlike them).



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