Pay Me, Bitch!

Today was that day when I had to tell people how to do their jobs for them all day long, over and over again. No one could do anything without asking me if they were doing the right thing. I would love to be in charge of anyone, to have a small amount of responsibility, to be in a position to make decisions. But I'm not. I am a Mail Clerk I. Why are the Group Leader and the Supervisor asking me how something should be done? Pay me, bitch! This has been my frustration throughout my entire professional life: I can't get a real job, but I wind up in these horrible low-class jobs where people ask me what am I doing there? (Why don't you ask the people who refuse to hire me?), and I wind up shouldering all the responsibility with absolutely none of the credit or...remuneration, shall we say?