I will open up this tragic and widespread downer topic by stating that I, after giving ten hours a day on an independent contractor position since September '09 have bid adieu to the demands, out of pocket expenses, nasty temperaments of those in this really small office I inhabited, giving 40% of my harned earned income for their agreed upon services.

I have reached my level of disgust, plan to take at least a week off to get rid of the asthma and resiratory infection that caused me to "ask" for a day off, if they would "kindly" reschedule clients for another day, giving them a day early to accomplish this most onerous task.

If anyone else would like to share their recent experiences with their own mindless, greedy robobosses or robomanagers, the stage is set for you. Feel no fear, I have yet to tell you the asinine threats this car mechanic turned "lawyer" had up his sleeve, but of course I invited him wholeheartedly to share with all who are interested whatever he threatened to reveal had been taperecorded, wiretapped, used to infringe on his clients and staff's civil rights and right to private conversations.

So please friends, with admin's permission to delve into one cause for high unemployment rates caused by threats, fear, damage to one's perceived competency or the myriad manipulations of these mental midgets, please share your stories and help us all gain strength and insight to continue until victory belongs to the strong and the mighty. Or us, your average joes keeping our heads above water. Thanks for the courage it takes to reveal such personal problems.

I think many, many of our members could benefit from shared stories and outcomes.

mumma! Vat hoppon'd? sumbudy hurt mumma's tuckus? wher is him, I get him! grrrrrrr

My job comes with a slight, well - fair chance of personal injury.
There have been many times when the boss man decide to send us into battle anyhow. #$(%*&@$()#$*)
It's not worth it I tell ya! (working on how to get out of this stressful mess myself)

Oy mine child, such a long and sad story gave I to you, and then boosh, hit button, go away. I cursed. Roboegomaniac named Steve, real name Donald...not sound kosher ey? His wife have phoney monika too, uses maiden name for legal name, but they married, add up to two schekels to you? Not me. In blood put name on contract (guess red ink only), but with not legal name, tink legal name is married, but momma's name she uses. Thieves, this I think. Shame,ready to leave this den of iniquity, entire city of Babylon. Too many schlemeils in little town. Liars, such as jacob himself hasn't seen. Still, you live too cold, maybe you be better in Siberia. Me, don't know, sick of south, even accent not fun anymore. Ready to leave....no joke.
Florida progressive - always has been. Maybe give try. Not really know good places to go. Not leaving Brooklyn accent behind, me and it one and same. Dying language like Yiddish.
Oy, vustulekh me.
Whatchu and friends of Old Soho tink?

I tink... when I read about peoples like phoney monika and those type, it makes me want to be a 'Hit Man'.

You hire me (so I afford a road trip to FL) and I track these peeps down. Then, I use feminine wiley coyotes and lure them into a trap. and then..and then, I HIT them across the face then RUN FAST!
(I think I just found my new career)

Soho darlin, as I read your post I could not help but fall into my grandmothers accent/speech. You are cracking me up here. I am an Independent Consultant and take sheet all the time, but where I am right now for the rate I will take the sheet, and bitche later. I have left assignments, but so far this one is not to bad.

I once after 42, yup 42 straight hours had some Indian Elitist (not dissing Indians here, just him, well maybe a little as they take jobs from others for their 6yr Visa's) who was the Project manager on the job ask me to make a run for the F'ing food one hour after he appeared after 13hrs and SLEEP. I said YUP, I will go get food, for myself, and then go back to hotel for sleep and have a nice day. I walked out at that moment and never looked back... The F'ing company thought I was being unreasonable and demanding. Go figure!

As my new found bubala New4Here says, Darlink, but I yam not in Fl. Why you not remember whereith I livith? If a man have bread, does he not feed his family.....if a friend do a hit job, does she not go to the right state? Verily I say unto you, I know I get the Great Lake states mixed up all the time, especially Wisconsin, Michigan and California, but momala, Fl? Come now beloved.....let me take you higher, higher, boomshakalakaboomshakalaka, let me take you higher, .....your buds, soho and the family stone, squeezing past on I-95.

[For reference purposes only; this is not a drug reference, but a state of mind, or just a state, yesh].

I really, really like your Polish proverb. I'd have to get rid of my avatar Alice, unless I had an appropriate proverb for the avatar, other than "Think fast....oh that's right, you're zombies".