My Job

As a mostly unemployed gal, you'd think that I'd be living the life of lugary with no alarm clocks. WRONG!! My boss, a demanding little man, requires me to be at work at 6am. I know better to complain since he's just recently decided to stop calling me in the middle of the night -every night, anyway. He makes me work weekends even. Never again will I enjoy the feel of naturally waking up on my own. He yells at me all day, makes me do EVERYTHING for him, complains when I do it wrong, but won't explain how to do it right. It's crazy. But I've decided to put up with all these ridiculous requirements because I am in love with him. I prayed for this job for years, and now, it's mine. I hate it and I love it and now I must get back to it. He's yelling at me again to get off the computer. Geez!!