Oh, that's it. That's fucking it

Today at work the Bitch showed up unannounced. The Bitch is a woman from another region who basically comes into the house I run, complains about every single damn thing, and demands I change it all. Today, however, her purpose served an alternate purpose.

Now, I'm mature enough to realize that the house I run is not perfect. Check my record, and anyone can see how much effort I put into making sure it DOES get improved -- despite the grumblings and groanings of the people who are in charge of the finances. And I know cleaning has been an issue, and I've been working on that.

I can accept, and have accepted, someone telling me, "There's a problem with your site, it needs to be addressed, let's do this." I WILL NOT ACCEPT PERSONAL ATTACKS.

And that's what today was. I was told in no uncertain terms -- by a woman who has only ever been in my house three times -- that I was incompetent, a liar, ineffective -- that basically I just sit around and watch TV all day. And anyone, anyone who knows me and how much work I do for that damn agency knows that's a lie.

I'm so angry over this. I am absolutely *livid*, and this is hours later. At the time I was so angry that -- once she was gone -- I screamed, quite literally at the top of my lungs. Repeatedly.

I'm out of that job, as soon as I find the first viable alternative. That sort of arrogant, sniveling disrespect is something I will *not* take. I will not take that shit at all.