fuck this job.com

WTF? I work for a small company that has numerous companies under one roof. It's a skeleton crew and many people do numerous jobs beyond their 40 hours per week. I've grown from a peon to a manager, and now I'm at the top of the food chain. For 6 years I politely kept my mouth shut, letting the work pile on and on and sacrificing my life, time, and eventually my sanity. People would drop things on my desk right before lunch then they would leave to go golfing or to see their "sick mother." They would think nothing of interrupting my job and daily goals to hand me more work -- and I don't even report to them! I'm a fucking manager! And I get yelled at because things didn't get done because I didn't delegate the work to my employee. WHAT?? It's not their job either. The fucking slut who's making "six figures without a degree" should get her Jazzercised ass back to work and get to work. When I refused to do the work, the owner of the company would call me and beg me and promise me the moon. The moon never came, but the work got done. So I stopped. I made the resolution to just do my own job and put all my work first. No more interrupting my day to write some "real quick" for someone or helping someone come up with something snappy while conveniently shifting the project to me when I didn't see it coming. No more. And now I've been given a reputation of being difficult to work with. All because I started saying no. I guess they always thought that because I would always do it, why would ever stop doing it? Why should they put in 40 hours per week -- hell, 30! -- when Beth would always do it? It's affected my review and I didn't get a raise for the first time ever. WHAT? Didn't you see what I did all last year? The good that has happened is 1. I'm sane and I've learned to put MY job first, 2. The magazine I edit is killer and the stories are top-notch because I have the time to devote to it, 3. I'm able to sleep at night and I don't dread Sunday nights anymore, 4. I've earned the respect of my staff. BUT, now the boss hates me, and I have to re-prove my dedication. He should hate that fucking fake bitch down the hallway who kisses his ass and makes him money by exploiting all of the people below her so she can run off and fuck her married boyfriend in some exotic weekend location and get her next bit of plastic surgery while she's taking her latest estranged husband to the cleaners. She promises the man down the hall everything by tomorrow, but she's not the one working all night on the project. Oh no. What she gives (and I don't even fucking work for her. I HAVE a full-time job other than being her fucking ho) is incomplete, incoherent crap which takes longer to do because it needs to be recreated from scratch. She needs her 8 hours of beauty sleep. And the boss doesn't care because the job is getting done, and there's always someone to replace you. But who's here to get it done? ME! ME! I'm here burning the midnight oil, putting off the social life and the gym so I can make her look good, and I didn't even get a fucking raise! And it's not even my FUCKING JOB!!! I don't mind helping, but rapping me is unacceptable. I fucking HATE that bitch. Ugh.