The Pink Peon.

  O.K. guys, here goes...  Today I am pissed off.  I am angry at my boss of my little part time job as a groundskeeper at an apartment complex.  I took this silly job as a means to supplement my meager income and for that purpose it has met my finacial goals.  As outlined when I got hired I am to pick up trash for four hours a day.  This works well for me as I consider it excersize but bear in mind I live with no sense of balence and I am still 25% paralized.  I have never called in sick and have picked up a lot of responciblity.  I have shown apartments and help the maintenaince man where ever he needs four hands to do a job.  I  am the one that goes out and brings heaters to people during a snowstorm.  They used to have a cleaning crew that would come in and trash out apartments when people leave.  Now I get sent to do this.  I am the pink peon of the complex.    When people are forced to move out and no one shows up to help them move, I am the one that gets ordered to help them.  During a number of storms I get asked to go unlock the office.I asked for a key to the office so that I could relieve myself indoors! lol  I have gotten in trouble for giving away things that I have been told to "take to the trash".  So far about 8 sofa's that were in perfectly useful shape. A half a dozen microwaves. At least 6 coffee tables, countless beds.  Even a computer or three.  I have been yelled at for warning a couple that if they do not go talk to the manager about their overdue rent they were going to get evicted.  Last Friday I was told to go trashout the worst apartment I have ever seen.  You can't get a foot in the front door as trash in 3' deep inside of the door.  It is crawling with cockroaches.  I was asked if I would trash it and I said no.  Three more times I was "told" to go do it on three different occasions always by a new person.  Keep in mind when the "boss" moved it was my sorry ass that hauled her crap from three different locations to move her and I was told that someday she would take me out to dinner to repay the favor.  I no longer volunteer to help her as I do not think I will live long enough to collect those dinners, even if I live to be 120!!! lolWhen her dog was sick it was I who was asked to go collect some stool samples.  When ever someone needs help I am the one that gets asked.  I asked for help doing this straight from Hell apartment and guess what, No Help.  I have never refused anyone that needed my help no matter what the job was.  I know I am the low man, the peon.  When I fell down delivering notices to every apartment even through I warned her that stairs were particully hard on me, I was told not to get blood on the notices.  No "are you O.K." just do not bleed on the notices.  I was cut in 8 or 9 places.   O.K. I am done ranting lollol.  I should be happy with this boss as the anger got me to clean up the whole house a week ahead of time.  I have done every job at every location I have ever worked.  A boss knows how to cover every job should an illness occur.   I can't wait to get yelled at Monday as I quit working Friday after I cut myself as I was afraid I would get Jew blood on her notices! lollollol