2. Doing things for myself
"SUMMER! Come here!" sigh, that was my boss. My horrible, horrible boss. At my horrible, horrible job. I know I should be grateful, working it OK! magazine, but the conditions are terrible, the pay is crap and everyone treats me like dirt. Except one guy who keeps hitting on me... And he is more than you bargain for... If you catch my drift...
"Coming Mr Stilencksy!" I said as I walked towards his office and yes I have to use his full name or else I loose my pay for a month... I found that one out the hard way...
"Sit down!" another thing, he orders everyone around. I sat on the edge of the disgusting seat.
"Now Summer, lately your work has been CRAP! I am docking your pay until it improves. Now leave."
I balanced there, my hands clenched in tight fists. No one, NO ONE tells ANY photographer that their work is crap! They sit down and together you and the client work out a solution.
"I SAID LEAVE! LISTEN TO YOUR BOSS!" I turned, trying ever so hard to keep my cool, I'm not one known to get angry but this angered me so, so, SO much!! I turn around and say in my coldest voice "You know what Mister?" his eyes widened at the improper use of his name and started talking "How dare you call me that! No pay for the res-" I cut him off, now yelling,
"NO! HOW DARE YOU?!? I am SICK TO DEATH of this job! The conditions are CRAP and they pay more at a cleaning company than here! Celebrities don't even want to SET A FOOT IN HERE!! I have to take them into my own home, then they expect food, which I have to give them and I work overtime EVERYDAY!! And WHAT EXTRA PAY DO I GET? NOTHING!!!!!!! So, I QUIT!!!!" with that all said I left him with a shocked expression and I flounced out, ignoring all the people staring at me. I grabbed all my things, one bag, as I had no desk, and left.