Can't believe you have gone as far as to sabotage my interview because you do not want me to work elsewhere.
First my hair, now my clothes which I checked yesterday and hung up-today they have neat scissor cuts through them, I haven't time or the money to replace them.
I know you insist on taking me, something you hate doing taking anyone anywhere, will you make me late too?
You're too scary to refuse a lift and your temper is too great to risk that.
Why do you need to control me, why do you need to dictate what I can and can't do? Why are you stopping me from working when we need this? Why do you have to be in charge of everything in my life from what I wear to what job I am in. It's a receptionist not a pole dancer, so wtf!
Times like this you make me wish I had never met you ?