exhausted

So I was lied to about my job. After waiting in a 1000 degree room for three hours I was informed that I was actually to be a temp until an employee returned from extended leave, and that said employee had returned earlier than expected.
Is it too much to ask that an employer be at least honest enough to stand by their words, as well as to pay what's promised, and when it's promised? Is it too much to ask that an employer be at least halfway as organized as me?
Yes. Yes it is, miserably in this day and age. I am neither lazy or arrogant, but the older I get the less I can stomach these trite games. I do not even care really, about the money (or lack thereof), or of being homeless and hungry. I love working. Purpose enacted. Idle hands and all that jazz. And not being able to do so gives me cause to feel like a halfling. Incomplete.
I can think of no reasons to stay alive, but I cannot stop thinking of reasons to die.

This blog will stay up, in case anybody else would like to steal my words. But this is nilskidoo, signing off. For hours, forever? Who cares?

I. am. too. fucking. good. for. this. silly. world.