What the hell?

There are some days that I get up and get in my car and think, "Its gunna be a good day." I am ALWAYS wrong. My job is insane, the owner of my company is insane. As a director you would think I would have some minor say in what is done but I do not. Instead I am left to try and stay on good terms with my owner by making him think all my good ideas are HIS ideas, trying to manage my staff who are over worked and under paid, trying to muddle through all of the asinine rules that my owner wants to implement (never mind if they are legal or not), making sure the bills for our program get paid on time (which rarely happens) ...and doing this allllllll with a smile on my face. I do honestly think that some of it is God's humor. At times I feel like a chess piece that is moved from one end of the board to the other with no regard for rules or respect. Interestingly enough my hours are amazing and my pay is good which is the only reason a semi sane individual like me would stand to keep a job such as this. When it all boils down, I do not hate my job, I just hate the owner, my staffs inability to keep things under control, the way billing works, and always having to be a terrific actress.