Excuse me while I swallow what's stuck in my throat.....it's called my pride!

Ooohhhh....how I hate sucking up to managers who are nit pickers and power hungry arse holes.....
how many days have I been working?
Two?
Yes..its been an ongoing saga with an old employer ( won't mention any names cause blogs are a bitch and I dont want to get sued for slander )....
So...
Last week, I got a phone call to do some work..
After the shock, I said yes of course ( money being the root of all evil ).
Today my state manager came to pay a visit and did the once over on the kiosk and paper work that I have been doing ( mind you I have had no refresher training and it has beeen two years since I did this job ).
After that, I was told other gems of stupidity that only someone who has not worked on a kiosk for any period of time could possibly dish out and told that I could only hope to get the dregs of work that no one else wants ( if I was lucky ).
This might mean that I could travel to Raymond Terrace, Greenhills ( not too far ) or the Central Coast (mmmmm...somewhat further ) as all of the top spots such as Kotara and Charlestown are already taken.
Oh and by the way...there are no guarantees that I would get anything at all, especially if I am silly enough to make any misakes in the mean time... ( watch that paperwork girl!)
To this I had to bow low and be thankful ( cause the ecomony is stuffed and no one wants a 50 year old has-been )...
So let me swallow deeply and clear my throat...