It just kills me...

It just kills me when I bust my ass on something that no one else would give a rats ass about and I get dissed for it. I spent days cleaning that apartment and the apartment manager just gives me attitude about how much work they are going to have to do. I went above and beyond what I consider a great job and it is still never enough. Luckily she only took off $55 and I should in theory get the rest. I was very nice and bit my tongue and played the good little girl. I hate playing the submissive when money is on the line. Someday I won't need to beg and scrape to get by and I can retrieve my dignity from under the rug. I hear AK47s help out with that process. But at least that chapter is over...on to the next.