So, this morning, it is Friday. On Fridays, we finish at 12:30. Every other day is 3:00. I've spent the past few years not getting out of the house and not speaking to anyone, and I recently have had every reason to stay out all weekend, so I value my early finishes now. 3 weeks in a row, I've been sent out on long drives that spill into overtime, only on Fridays. The catch here is that I often don't get to meet the actual overtime rate by the time I'm finished. I don't care if its 2 minutes or 20 minutes. I don't want to do ANY overtime. I don't care if it doubles or whatever. I don't even care about this company. Anyway, I naturally decide to vent to a colleague about it, opening with “why the fuck am I being sent to Airport West on a Friday? That's like 3 weeks in a row now”, quickly interrupted by my manager yelling “[Name], is there a problem?”. Naturally, I bitched out because my manager is already in a salty mood before 7am, so I asked what was up in Airport West that I needed to bother driving for. Now there's a weird vibe here. I'm the least paid person, and so I am magically sent out on all these trips everywhere. However, even when I go on these trips, I am harassed on the phone about where I am and what is taking so long. I don't know, the psychotic traffic times you send me on that are in or across major cities? Fuck me. Oh, and yes, there is a problem. It's FRIDAY. I don't want to be on the road for you exploitative, ungrateful assholes when I know you've all gone home at 12:30, on the dot. Shit like this makes me feel like I don't matter and that I'm the only one who gets targeted. Not to mention, I had been denied twice by the owner of this company for my annual wage raise, and the fucking RECEPTIONIST “quietly approved” the wage under everyone's noses because it's fucking illegal. But yeh, sure, no problem over here!