Livid. That's the only word for my state of mind rightnow: livid. My hands are shaking over this. Why do I get worked up over a company I "only work for"? Easy: it's an enormous investment of my time, and there's no way that the pathetic paycheck I receive for it covers the cost to me. When I'm asked to do something that takes two or three days of work, then get told "do it again, because we told you to do it the wrong way", I tend to get a little upset. When it happens consistantly every day for a week or two, I become livid.

That's it. If I keep writing today, I'll say something I'll regret when an employer down the road gives this a read.