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it's been a pretty good weekend so far. I was supposed to work at the happy place on saturday... but 20 minutes into my shift angie sent me home. I don't work there any more and I am so relieved. When i started working there again in the past few months i told her that she needed to communicate with me more... I am not okay with being emailed the night before i have to work. She said it was too much work for her or something? I don't know. I am not a mindless fool that will just like obey... if something bothers me I am going to stick up for myself. She also cut back my few hours and let me know in that emailed i received the night before... i had no time to tell her that it wasnt even worth me making the drive out there. I wasn't even making minimum wage. I felt very mistreated and taken advantage of most of the time... and I was put into so many situations that i had no control over and i looked like an idiot. sometimes we wouldnt have the proper supplies and she would say that what being an artist is about... improvising... but people want what they paid for, not just whatever we throw together. I like to be prepared and organized and just winging everything doesn't make you a real artist. She also kept promising me more hours in the future and saying it was good to have my foot in the door... but then just hiring more people from job gym because it was cheaper. I cannot even begin to count the amount of unpaid work I have done for her and I feel like it wasn't appreciated whatsoever. She said I was stressing her out and she couldn't handle me "bitching her out" through emails. lol. Like what? Asking what the plans for the parties and classes art? Requesting that she give me a few days notice as to when I will be working? Wondering if we have the proper supplies or if I will be needing to pick them up? I've had to spend my own money countless times on cupcakes or drinks or soil or whatever else we were supposed to have and didn't. It was just getting ridiculous. I am glad that I don't have to worry anymore... I would just get this bad feeling every time I had to work there. One time I had to smash a window and climb through it in order to work... Angie called us from toronto and she had both mine and Sam's keys and thats what she told me to do. It is not fun trying to clean up broken glass while pretending nothing is wrong with a bunch of 5 year olds around you. Anyways, I am going to start working at Doogalls again on band night because I really need the money. I told Jenni to tell Tim that I will only come back if he doesn't freak out anymore. She said he'd be really happy that I was coming back so hopefully it works out. I had a lot of say over things there and i can work like whatever hours I want.. plus i know all the regulars. Anyways now I have to drive Baty to get his work stuff.